Ice
When I have ice skates on I feel like I belong,
I belong no where ells but on that ice,
The way you glide,
The way you slide on the wet smooth ice,
I love the things you can do,
You can jump,
with ump,
The way ice sounds when you jump,
And spin is to hard to enplane,
You would have to figure it out when it rains.
Copyright © Shana Clark | Year Posted 2006
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