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Mar 2012
just look at the overgrown flood in the field
that was an ice skate rink

it's for the kids to skate but they won't
skate they'll pout and shoot is what

who the **** ice skates I have a tiny
pistol I stole and I want your wallet

I walk past the sad sodden ice rink
a cold flood in a forgotten field

where children would skate but now
they can only lurk
Mike Arms
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Mike Arms  Detroit
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