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Skating

And in the frosty season, when the sun Was set, and visible for many a mile The cottage windows blazed through twilight gloom, I heeded not their summons; happy time It was indeed for all of us- for me It was a time of rapture! Clear and loud The village clock tolled six- I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untried horse That cares not for his home. All shod with steel, We hissed along the...

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Skating in Harlem, Christmas Day

To Mary Jo Salter Beyond the ice-bound stones and bucking trees, past bewildered Mary, the Meer in snow, two skating rinks and two black crooked paths are a battered pair of reading glasses scratched by the skater’s multiplying math. Beset, I play this game of tic-tac-toe. Divide, subtract. Who can tell if love surpasses? Two naughts we’ve learned make one astonished 0— a...

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Come Skating

They said come skating; They said it’s so nice. They said come skating; I’d done it twice. They said come skating; It sounded nice…. I wore roller — They meant ice. — Shel Silverstein

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