A sweet wrapper on the ice was the ruin of me. My skates stopped dead, I fell on one knee. Throwing my arms out, I tried to prevent the crash, Into the railings I went with a terrible smash.
I broke an arm, grazed a knee, hurt my pride, Felt as if pins were sticking right into my side. Maybe at sixty I should slow down a bit. But where’s the fun in that? A girl’s got to keep fit.
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