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King of the hill
As a kid, in MINNESOTA, we would climb the highest snow bank, and to be standing alone on top, as the king of the hill, was our thrill
Only one person won
We would push and wrestle the other kids down, the hill, just for winter fun
After everyone else, had fallen to the bottom of the mighty snow hill
Only one remained on the top, king of the hill still
It was an exhausting game
But to be victorious and be crowned the king of the hill, as a kid was greatness the same
By john d jungers
28 th of november 2016
As a kid, in MINNESOTA, we would climb the highest snow bank, and to be standing alone on top, as the king of the hill, was our thrill
Only one person won
We would push and wrestle the other kids down, the hill, just for winter fun
After everyone else, had fallen to the bottom of the mighty snow hill
Only one remained on the top, king of the hill still
It was an exhausting game
But to be victorious and be crowned the king of the hill, as a kid was greatness the same
By john d jungers
28 th of november 2016
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