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Created on: April 22, 2008
The wind in my hair
as I zoom fast
some won't even dare,
move out of my path!
No one can stop me
back to the top
you can't see me,
until I drop.
So many stairs to climb
but it definitely pays,
my blond pigtails shine
my excitement begins to raise!
As I swoosh to the bottom
of the giant slide
thank God it's Autumn
what a great ride!
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