What is that you say?
She was born in an oil-drum South side of ChicagoWhen East St. Louis was not far away
She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbed
Skate around and around till the night became day
The cannery fellows would follow her everywhere
From the grocery store to the B.Q.E.
With their hearts all aglow from her icy back at you stare
Then her teeth became tight when her eyes couldn't see
And she told herself that this was enough
For a girl who was born in an oil drum
She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff
She didn't need it but she still wanted some
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Thanks for the comment and hope you like it here on gaia ^^
anytime!!!
I'm her for anyone!
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