@lichtbroeder Thank you for your attention, what a well crafted poem - I treasure these words. I love the wooden floor, the gods of skate, and the free time to ponder existence.
Oh gods of nature, bless my skates, and bless my wooden floor. I know thee not, but honor thee with green boughs on my door! My camera films the Mystery of which my strange rites speak; I hither float and yonder glide with wheels beneath my feet! They move as do the galaxies, and oceans on the sand; I honor thee, oh gods of life! (Got free time on my hands.)
@lichtbroeder Thank you for your attention, what a well crafted poem - I treasure these words. I love the wooden floor, the gods of skate, and the free time to ponder existence.
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