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Figure skaters make good neighbors into sharp ones. The men who used to mind their own beeswax now come winter slice across the backyard fence to watch the young girl next door become the number eight on the surface of the jury- rigged ice rink her father made by letting the hose pool the lawn and leaving it freeze overnight. They follow her through their windows from their breakfast tables; they spy her when they pull into the drive like pocketknives. They imagine she invites them skating and by god they feel more alive.
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What is the sum of 10 and 10:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.