Sitting on a raft
holding firmly to the T-grip
wobbling and tossing on a category 5 drop,
eyes on the slope,
hands on the oars ,
living life on the edge
and at that moment nothing else matter
then to tame the waters,
no emotions
no past worries
no yore to reckon
just sheer grit to go pass the hurdle one leap at a time
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This reads like a rafting poem.haha
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Lol. It sure is 😃
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You did justice to it
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You are kind
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