Skateboarding with Jesse
The epitome of cool when I was nine.
I kick the road behind me.
I never had the motivation until now.
I go faster, faster, faster
Til' I wobble,
But I stick with it
If I crash,
I don't mind
Because riding too fast,
Down a hill,
With my best friend,
Someone I won't see again for too long
Means more to me than all the teeth in my mouth.
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