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The glint of the light off the blade,

The ice before you laid.

The swish as you glide,

Grace, beauty, poise, pride.

The arc of your arms smooth and round,

The tilt of your head, barely missing the ground.

The wind on your face as you pick up speed,

The twist of your body, fulfilling your need.

Sparkles, glitter, posture, slope.

The art of your sport giving out hope.

The spinning delight, as low as you can,

The height in your leap as you reach out your hand.

The smiles, so brilliant, bowing at the end,

The joy of watching you in figure-skater-land.


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