Skiing - - The Mix - A POEM BY KARL THE GNARL.

Morn­ing is here. Quick.

A wound to lick. From last night’s rev­elry. Ian al­ready ask­ing for another Koka­nee. Break­fast healthy sit­ting across from me.

And Kevin drink­ing berg­amot tea. Andy sees a Peo­ple mag­a­zine. Who brought that?

It messes with our Zen. But have you heard the lat­est about Jen­nifer Anis­ton? Cat loaded, moun­tain-bound. This is man camp at its finest. No bet­ter soul ther­apy have I found.

I look for­ward to next year, When you come back around. I’ve seen grat­i­tude, re­spect, and a dou­ble eject.

Friends old and new, I dig you. Thank you for the days in the moun­tains and hills.

One more day of spills and thrills.

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