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I wrote this poem after being accidentally knocked over by a skateboarder. |
| Always searching for that awesome concrete wave. Or crashing on a rail that could put him in his grave. He rides the cold hard concrete, the city's nasty crud. Tries not to miss his landing with a bone crunching thud. Launching off the edge like a mighty skateboard hero. He’s cutting through the air, his gravity’s hitting zero. He’s spinning in a circle showing all his crazy skills Pushing to the limit as he’s searching for his thrills. Sliding down a rail with sparks burning at his heels. He’s become a local hero on his urban city wheels. Searching for that ride that can launch him to the top Skateboarding is his life and he’s never going to stop Rob Hyden *in plain sight*. |