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The Orange Skier

Bynomadsiv Art, Prose

The orange headed one
Goes skiing,
A whizz of color,
He starts off lazily downhill,
Gathering speed as he goes,
Lithe and graceful,
Zooming down the slope,
A blur of orange and purple,
Warms my heart on a cold snowy day.

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