I met this kid back in the day when he was dressed like super goose. Except he wasn't so super, for he was a goose in recovery. A terrible snowboard crash could have taken my best friend before I got the change to meet him. But flapping those gooseie wings, the man pulled through. He since has become someone I look up to both as a brother and a friend. Goose is like my family.
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Fly high fire swan,
Fly high.
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