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Beneath
Long lost they lay beneath the ice
in which their skated feet had cut a slice
as they once pirouetted together in delight
on a sparkling winters moonlight night.
The press would say they ran from view
and for a week or more theories anew
of where they went and how they slipped
past those that this accident had tricked
Pressed together their souls entwined
all troubles past, think of them kind
for such ...
Saturday 14th November 2009 7:51 am
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