Billion (an acrostic poem)

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Big numbers eventually become small

If you zoom out far enough

Leaving the sense of wonder behind

Like when you’re little, 100 was so big, then a thousand

It boggles the mind at how small those numbers are now

Only by adding zeroes can the awe be added back in

Now what is a big number for you?

Disgusting (an acrostic poem)

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Dominic looked at his fouled sneakers

It had started so simply that morning

Snuggling in his warm covers as the sunlight crept into the window

Getting up he put on his running gear and headed out to the trail

Under the red and orange leaves he began to jog

Soon his breath was ragged as he pushed himself harder and farther

That was when he felt that dreaded hard intestinal clenching

It made him stop and look around, but there were people everywhere

Now he tried to walk back, but about half way there he lost the battle

Giving the term “the runs” an added meaning