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The music is playing. All eyes are on me. The arena is silent. My choreography is my enemy. I begin my prep, For something I’ve never done. The Axel The Axel It’s the only one. I shiver and I shudder. It is oh so cold. I really need to do this, To win the Olympic Gold My toe-pick hits the ice And makes a loud Chk. I go up and rotate, Then I come back down and stick. I did it! It was awesome! I take a pose. The crowd erupts. I froze. I looked up at the scoreboard. I looked at my coaches so bold. And I found out, That I had won the Olympic Gold.
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Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 5:14 PM UTC
The Olympic Gold
The music is playing. All eyes are on me. The arena is silent. My choreography is my enemy. I begin my prep, For something I’ve never done. The Axel The Axel It’s the only one. I shiver and I shudder. It is oh so cold. I really need to do this, To win the Olympic Gold My toe-pick hits the ice And makes a loud Chk. I go up and rotate, Then I come back down and stick. I did it! It was awesome! I take a pose. The crowd erupts. I froze. I looked up at the scoreboard. I looked at my coaches so bold. And I found out, That I had won the Olympic Gold.
by: 11 year old, Reagan Lee
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Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 5:14 PM UTC
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