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girl thinks rink and by god the neighbour makes one if only one could skate if only one had skates rubber boots will do; she will slide from one end of the sidewalk to the other. the big kids are skating but she is sliding in her blue rubber boots all the lights in the sky are switched on though it's night-time, and Chicago is threatening everyone sweetly: <span style="font-style: italic;">"if you leave me now, you take away</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">the biggest part of me..</span>." so sweetly she just wants to slide over and take it. the big kids are trees floating by, are dark landscape the rink, the night, all its translucent chill, are for her, are just her, all flow from her head and run back to it her arms in their navy-blue parka sleeves scissor to keep her from falling who needs to skate? sliding is where it's at sliding is a straight slick line from stop to go sliding will take her through the forest of loud big kids to alone with Chicago and their pleading and she will thrill and ice over and leave them now and slide slick away
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What is the sum of 8 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.