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Its what I felt about my sport!
Gliding upon a cold like surface,
Trying to find ones personal purpose,
The griping speed and edges so sweet,
Trying o stay on ones own feet,
A smell of ones victory is to be fooled,
A coach is a ones supportive tool,
Competition maybe not quite right,
At least we don't fight like other sports might,
Inside one is tuff,
But one is not buff,
This sport is clean cut and neat,
Thats why it makes it unique!