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Marvin loved to practice skiing any time he could

He’d much prefer to be on skis

Than home and chopping wood

His family owned a massive ranch

Not his idea of fun

All day, herding cattle

Under baking sun

His dream was the Olympics

And on that indoor slope

He became quite expert

Gold medals were his hope

He saved up all his wages

To Switzerland he flew

The snows had fallen just in time

Deep and crisp and new

But if he had his time again

He might prefer the ranch

Instead of dead and frozen stiff

Beneath this avalanche


Published by crispinunderfelt

All round good egg. Humanist and red wine drinker.

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