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Dec 2012
Their were plenty of times i tripped over my own feet
Falling behind the more fluent riders
Waving my hands, pointing to the sky
My knees bent, the longboard beneath
my feet is trembling, wind smashing against my face
Swerving lane to lane in a figure eight
On a long asphalt hill
We called it swagin'


We cruise through school buildings walk ways
Campus lights over our heads
Brightening the smooth brick paths
We traveled across
Sliding around cars, curving on to the sidewalks

We met at the top of the steepest street
Formed a circle, and revealed our deepest thoughts
In a bond we agree to keep the words we said to ourselves
No  holding back we pushed off the ground with our feet
no fear in our hearts
Our yells and laughs echoed through the midnight trees
we lit the empty street with our smiles
climbing the peak of a roller coaster
Time stood still as gravity took its toil

At the end of the hill, The boards calmed down
and the wheels rolled to a halt
My heart jumping out of my chest
Skin soaked of warm air
Tears in my eyes
I was victorious
Michael Chandler
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Michael Chandler  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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