Champs with winged feet come to windy city chicago for the national roller derby it’s a tussle between the meat city and new york and the girls skirt the banking like racing motorists but here’s this bill a nasty pileup but luckily no one’s badly hurt now it’s the boy’s turn and they go to
It with a speed and rhythm that put him in the champ class we’ll spin madly as the flying furies streak round the course and down goes another bunch no time to lose straining every nerve the speed men eat up the seconds theirs is certainly a fast life
But a wheel on the foot often means a wheel somewhere else
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