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Figure skaters make good neighbors into bad ones. The men who used to mind their own beeswax now come winter gawk across the backyard fence to watch the young girl next door trace the shape of the number eight on the surface of the jury- rigged ice rink her father made by letting the hose cover the lawn and leaving it freeze overnight. They regard her through their windows from the breakfast table; they spy her when they pull into the drive. They dream she invites them skating and by god they feel more alive.
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What is the sum of 8 and 8:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.