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One last slide down the hill,
I love the tabogganing thrill..
Up one side, down the next
Beats being home, sending
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One more time to get this right
Off we go now out of sight...
The hill looked somewhat 
Smaller, but now it appears
Amazingly taller.

This was a hill I ventured in bare feet
In the green grass of summer heat,
Rolling downward in rhythm sweet.
Now my boots and winter gear, makes 
That thought disappear....

Yes indeed I'm "Over the hill" but not too
Old to face the thrill, so boots and "Bengay"
Will save this day..
Grandma, has come out to play!
"Come on kids let's enjoy this day."
( Would someone bring me a boat load of "Bengay")



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Over The Hill