He flew ‘cross the sky
with the wind at his heels
looking for mother
as he heard her loud squeals
a champion at skiing
a king of the slopes
He knew he’d earn gold here
he had real high hopes.
That was a long time
he barely recalls
He still hears the cheering
He still feels the falls
But how to do slolam
and how to fly high
were not for this old man
that time had gone by
Stine Writing 
The older you get, the longer it takes for injuries to heal.
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Yeah, I’m learning that and I’m nowhere near needing to know! That reminds me to check in on Fandango and his hip! Lol.
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So nice, Christine! 🙂
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Looks like this Statue skiing 🎿 😆 ANITA
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