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My Game

My Game

By Serra Stoliby

 

Red dirt and bruises are my fashion

we slide and we run

and also have fun

while doing it with passion

 

Our heart goes to the game

we do this everyday

but some will say

it’s lame

 

But, then we say

you’re not one of us

so dont make a fuss

but hey

you could be one of us

but first

you have to lose to us.

This poem makes me...
  • Think (40%)
  • Smile (32%)
  • Somber (2%)
  • Surprised (5%)
  • Feel a Connection (6%)
  • Inspired (16%)
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