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Skateboards

They fly on skateboards down the steps That head straight to the river, A camera person hoping that Some magic they’ll deliver. Yet these same stairs are used by all For coming and for going And skateboards aren’t made with brakes, So there’s no way of slowing. I sit and watch as older folk And kids these steps are taking, Convinced I may be witness to Disaster in the making.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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Date: 6/17/2024 8:19:00 AM
I hold my breath when I see them. Thank you for the warning.
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Date: 6/16/2024 8:14:00 PM
Fun and scary.
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Date: 6/16/2024 3:37:00 PM
One of my pet hates. People commandeering public places for their own self centered fun. Perfectly portrayed and, yes, I too would stand in keen anticipation of one of them doing an unplanned treble somersault…. Does that make me wicked… or human?
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Date: 6/15/2024 9:21:00 PM
Not to worry, Ilene. Special angels guide these skateboarders... i.e., 'hell's angels.' lol. ~ 'Danger is my Business'
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