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I wake up in the morning, the house is silent,
It's later than I thought and I'm acting violent.
I wake up my mom and she yells at me,
The bus is waiting, I sit with Jenny C.
We travel to Fabius for a 7 hour trip,
I'm drinking a juicebox, April whines for a sip.
I step off the bus, I step into the snow,
I put on my boots, I'm ready to go.
The bagels are toasting, already hot,
I get up to buy one and Mike steals my spot.
Everyone's lined up to step out the door,
To hit the slopes and then go back for more.
Three at a time as we climb high,
Nearly straight up touching the sky.
Reaching the top we near the end,
The danger we face is about to begin.
I push off with my poles, the speed increases,
The faster I go the fear decreases.
At the end of the slope the lodge becomes clear.
As I pan the bus all are cold and tired,
As I remember the day, for a poem I'm inspired.
As we reach the school, I see my mother from afar,
I get off the bus and run to the car.
I turn on the heat and head to Jreck Sub,
Once I am home I slip into the tub.
As I lie warm and dry in the den,
When come next Saturday, I'll do it again.
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