Lace on the skates
It's freezing cold, wind is blowing
the ice is hard, with a layer of snow.
Rink all to myself.
I find that there is nothing like it,
and maybe it just a diminishing return,
or maybe it's just on the edge,
... could be reasons, that I like it.
I should really be studying,
should be working, but nah I'd rather enjoy.
Could be inside, but I'm forced to be there, so I'd rather freeze.
So I'll enjoy this freedom, this peace, this cold. :)
John James Friesen
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