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Street Skiing

Early one Christmas morning, many years ago, after the earth received a new blanket of fresh fallen snow, and while the day was still dark and new, Wondering why did our Big Brother wake us? we didn't have a clue. Hands gripping tailgate Ski upon the ice and snow happily we'd go 7/1/2020

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