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Mom's old roller skates,
In the closet they patiently wait.
Their leather worn and wheels rusted,
But memories of fun, never to be busted.
With laces tied and a push to the ground,
She glided with grace, twirling round and round.
The rink was her stage, a place to shine,
Mom's old roller skates, forever in my mind.