My Sledding Hill is My Driveway
almost no one has a sledding hill like mine
once you get started, you keep going fast and, in a line,
It is actually my driveway, a hill about hundred feet long
you can sled clear to the fence line before things go wrong
When you get to that last tree, try to throw yourself off the sled
if you keep going, you might end up hurt like Cousin Fred.
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