Compose a poem about the water slide
I stood there waiting to finish rifle shooting, as we finished I bolted to the water slide. My pants were togs and shirt was smooth, I sat down and slid smoothly down. Then there was a splash, I’d hit the puddle waiting for me at the bottom. Then ran as fast as a cheater to the top. I’d mastered the technique.
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