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On Skates

 

Uck. Uck. Uck.

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Glide, as if you don’t have legs,

Slide.

The rink is harder than the competition,

Glide, and remember team spirit.

5.2 6.0 5.2 4.9

They are judging everything,

Every detail, every lift, every scrape in the frost

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Glide, to be a winner

And to wear black skates with a very sharp blade

This is what it is to be a champion

In a cold sport.

Uck. Uck. Uck.