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Dec 2014
Seven days, each one mine
Seven days of precious time

To snowboard or to surf
In my blood since my birth

I've worked enough for now
I've earned a break
Oh I've worked...and how

For once this jetway feels like freedom
as a settle in my seat

Can't wait to feel the rush
of H2O beneath my feet
Written by
Darcy Jones
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