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John Murphy FreedomI feel the cold wind slapping against my face As I glide down the mountainside. I relish this freedom, and I have no worries Until I am speeding towards a jump, Focusing on not falling. In the air I float like a deflating balloon That eventually comes back down again.
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[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]
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