How do I like my foamed liners?
Let me count the ways:
I love ski to the depth and breadth and height
My knees can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love ski to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love ski freely, as men strive for Right;
I love ski purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love ski with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love ski with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, -- I love ski with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,
I shall but love ski better after foam shoes.
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