Fox (an acrostic poem)

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Flashing that killer smile, she absolutely enjoyed watching her effect on the Y chromosomes

Of course, she showed none of this.  She was a mature woman, in full control of her domain

X chromosomes for the win

Gap (an acrostic poem)

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Getting through the tight squeeze called life was always a challenge

As her whole existence had been between a rock and a hard place

Perhaps that’s why she was able to surprise them when she cracked her world and began to fly

Fast (an acrostic poem)

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Flying by quicker than a speeding bullet

And laughing at how slow that bullet really is

Seconds and minutes turn into hours before you know it

That is the type of speed that kills productivity

Dive (an acrostic poem)

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Dirt on the floor intermingled with peanut shells and spilled stale beer

It gave this old run-down bar a certain je ne sais quoi

Vacuuming up those plummeting through the floor of their lives

Enabling them a place to splash down while mumbling “Bottom’s up.”

Like (an acrostic poem)

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Love was definitely too strong of a word

It was kind of possibly closer to admiring or appreciating

Knowing they were all related he gave up and confessed his feelings to her

Everyone laughed when he said to her “I prefer you.  A lot.”

Paint (an acrostic poem)

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Picking the right color is so important to create the correct atmosphere

A shade too dark and it puts people in a somber mood

If its too light they will feel not grounded in the space

Now if you go for a wild color, well that just causes people to go insane

That’s why the world believes in beige, and why I avoid it like the plague.

Motor (an acrostic poem)

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Mary was always on the go.

Oblivious to sleep or the need for food.

The way she pushed herself was amazing to watch.

Of course, she could not keep this up forever.

Really it wasn’t surprising when she crashed and burned.

City (an acrostic poem)

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Canyons of concrete, glass, and steel define the urban landscape

Intense neon and fluorescent lights paint the scene in bright brash colors

That pulse with the heartbeat of the millions who live there

Yet she sat on the roof in the middle of it all, as alone as the moon that traveled overhead