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One hundred feet of yellow plastic,
that's how long it seemed to me.
Stretching from the picnic table,
on past that grand pear tree.
Water flowing from a garden hose,
kept the surface slick and wet.
And there I was, first one in line.
Was I ready? You bet!
One, two, three. Get ready, set and go.
Run towards it with all my might.
A belly flop and off I go,
down that Slip-N-Slide, out of sight.
Grass stained knees and sunburned face,
all worn out from all the fun.
Now it's time to say goodnight,
Can't wait 'til tomorrow comes.