Tuesday Watson Poet Rhyme

Dear Hunger games

Dear Hunger Games, 

 

You guided me through year six wishing me good fate, 

My odds were not in my favor back then, 

But the tune of deep in the meadow brought me joy over and over again, 

You distracted me from all the words of hate. 

 

You let me swim in a see, 

You helped me withstand the Arena called middle school, 

In which Careers rule, 

Dreaming of running to district 13 being free. 

 

You taught me to take care of my little duck, 

You taught me to find my flame, 

In life´s game. 

You helped me make me own luck. 

 

May my odds ever  

Be in my  

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