Across (an acrostic poem)

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Always there was a distance between them.

Could be living on different coasts, but it wasn’t.

Really it happened even when they were in the same room.

Oh, if they could just figure out a way to cross the gap

Such that all their dreams could come true.

So it was a tragedy when they settled for the next best thing.

Bulky (an acrostic poem)

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Being a ballerina had always been his dream

Underneath the bright lights, dancing en pointe

Looking into infinity as he bounded across the stage

Knowing he was the center of everyone’s attention

Yet he knew that being a hippopotamus was going to make it difficult