On the icy streets of life,
Where thin ice patches are rife,
Dodging them needs skill,
A wrong step could end in a spill.
Skating across it barely,
A few falls, I recall sorely.
Can I hold on to the fence?
Especially when it gets intense.
A soft cushion I would like
To protect from the rare pike.
Will I make it through the end?
To get there, I do intend!
'A wrong step could end in a spill.
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