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The wave slams onto

The flat of my board, pushing

And throwing me

Into the icy waters,

Despite the hot 90

Degrees,

The cold envelops me.

The waves rise again,

I see a good one

In the distance.

Paddle

Paddle

Paddle

And my board is flying

And I am cold

Again.

Perpendicular he yells

From shore,

The wave is coming at me

Again.

I plunge,

Turn,

Paddle,

Paddle,

Paddle.

I’m cruising,

Up he yells

From shore,

And this time I push up

And I am

Above the wave.