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He wears the round frames, circular view
Mark Ellsworth, he's just a different hue
Dresses strange, in colors bright
He's got his style, it's quite the sight
On the ice, he plays his part
Hockey's his game, but not his heart
In the locker room, he’s standing tall
Against the grain, despite it all
With rainbow laces, he's breaking norms
Mark’s a hurricane, through quiet storms
Behind those shades, his eyes gleam bright
A beacon of love, in the darkest night
In the crowd, they stare and talk
But Mark just smiles, he walks his walk
From practice rinks to city bars
He’s chasing dreams, and reaching stars
He’s not afraid to show his flair
With painted nails and purple hair
On the ice, he's a misfit star
Takes the bruises, heals the scars
With a heart that’s tough, and a spirit wild
Mark's a rebel, yet so mild
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In his own league, he plays the game
Love and courage, he’s to blame
Under night lights, in alleyways
Mark Ellsworth, his story sways
From midnight skies to break of day
He carves his path, in his own way
Fans may jeer, and teammates stare
Mark stands his ground, with flair and care