Winter Magic
An adrenalin rush, rocked my head
When I saw a child- on her sled
It made me think; should I go slide
I'm eight-two...So, before I died
Just one more time, before I'm dead
Or before I'm ridden...in my bed
What could happen, something tragic?
I'm eighty-two, can you call that tragic?
So here I go, down the hill ....Wheeee!!
Oh my God- ((Tragic)) ...."Peeee"
Copyright © Charles Messina | Year Posted 2024
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