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Charles  I changed her mind about the ice. I held her feet; I
gave her skates. I held her as we walked on water: Simple figure
eights. All her balance In my hands, her hands on my Coat's down
lining. Strolling 'round a quartz ellipse, Cold when hands go
down mining. We went on out Into the vertex of the scraping
sounds. Faith in a possible ruse: How we fly in deux formation
From the metal on our shoes. All around's the echelon of Fathers
and their young, two patterns These days are just a lonely
lifetime You can be my fulfill sometime.  What a lovely winter
scene. It's a shame Charles had to go and ruin it by writing
this poem that has all the charm of frozen snot. First of all,
"Untitled"? Un-fucking-titled? Charles, are you trying to get my
ulcer to quadruple in size? Clearly you are trying to do that,
Charles, because you could not do the right thing by calling
this poem "Skating" or "Refl