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HOSSEGOR

Surfing probably didn't occur to the Vikings
but then you never know - maybe one of Asgeir's men
found himself oaring his chieftain's faering

for this Biscay shore, just as a set wave jacked -
the kind that narrows the eyes of the guns
who yearly light up the Quicksilver Pro

(Slater, Fanning, Medina, Florence, Parko) -
and intuiting to lean down the face of the monster
felt it take, the shove as the hull slotted flush
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