The Diachronic Barber Pole Observations of a Recovering Hockey Exile

Ice From Iron

February 25, 2009, by Homme De Sept-Iles

the game touched me
   imprints, frosty or grass-stained
 I tried to forget
I   believed I did
     truth is
and  I  didn't
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