I skied hard,
And I skied true,
Right into this bungaloo,
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I skied hard,
And I skied true,
Right into this bungaloo,
Only to find
It wasn't a Blue.
So Black I went,
Though my legs were spent.
Into the dark,
Where I met my spark.
And blacker still.
The diamonds became double...
And I was in trouble!
Though grace was lacking,
There could be no backing.
The ground called me still...
The Earth
And all its Will.
Forgotten, I'm hoping not.
With no one here,
I'd be left to rot!
On this patch of snow,
I now know
Should be marked, "Heart Attack!"
Into the blackest of black,
I couldn't turn back.
