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A bubbling, welling surge of words A trickling creek of sounds  A soft drip of movement A new hope,    The first floating note of an unknown song
On the day that I became six-years old    I stepped on the ice the very first time Gliding forwards so gracefully without being told Then I looked at the clock and heard a loud chime.  
How did I start my year? I started it cold and dark.    Winter, is cold and dark at 430AM My blades crackle and creek on the ice. 
Five in the morning, my alarm sounds Stretch and yawn as my feet hit the ground Slowly walk to my closet, sleepily get dressed Hoping I don't make a huge tired mess I walk downstairs, soon enough in the car 
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