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four wheels gliding gracefully along the surface holding hands and displaying large grins echos of jokes and secret tellings and laughs most often referred to as rink typically filled with jovial adolescents birthday parties and family outings weekend afternoons coaxing is often a requirement the freedom to move without lifting a foot who needs to walk, skip, or jump when you can roll, roll, roll you crossover i stumble you move backwards i fall my legs are bruised as is my ego yet i cannot stop smiling nostalgia at it's finest memories of lock ins hokey pokies limbos races to the death it has never been so much fun to get hurt it seems as though time has worn on me im no longer an elastic young girl don't tell me that, though.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
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four wheels gliding gracefully along the surface holding hands and displaying large grins echos of jokes and secret tellings and laughs most often referred to as rink typically filled with jovial adolescents birthday parties and family outings weekend afternoons coaxing is often a requirement the freedom to move without lifting a foot who needs to walk, skip, or jump when you can roll, roll, roll you crossover i stumble you move backwards i fall my legs are bruised as is my ego yet i cannot stop smiling nostalgia at it's finest memories of lock ins hokey pokies limbos races to the death it has never been so much fun to get hurt it seems as though time has worn on me im no longer an elastic young girl don't tell me that, though.
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 3:05 PM UTC
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