Ice Hockey
Dear Hockey,
From the moment my blades touched the ice
I fell in love with the game
My blades cutting through the ice
As my stick craddles the puck
As I skate through the muck
I have not always been the best
Especially with the puck
But my strides on the ice
Have always been on point
Everytime my blades touch the ice
Confindence and courage flow through me
Thank you for always giving me your best
Even when I at my worst
You help me out
You helped me through so much
Thank you for everything you do
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