Saturday evenings,
With resin'd hair and blistered toes
I chased a girl
Who triple salco'ed in a tutu.
I skated harder, faster, longing,
As she floated circles on the rink,
But I, bound to the earth with
clumsy adolescent boots
Could never hope to reach her.
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