Twas the last pow day of the season in Kitz, alas most of the crew were mashed up to bits,
Mark Ellis' birthday was the cause of the 'mare, twas no-one up early enough to share,
A frosty spring morning, and a foot of white gold, a last chance for powder, the forecast had told,
So for a few hours, a solo shred, some slashing, some drops and some chutes on my sled,
Till out of the clouds of white against blue, came a friend named Paul and a Chancellor too,
So out came the Xpan, I got in the spot, and as Steemo flew by, this was the shot...
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