Cell (an acrostic poem)

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Corruption pulsed within his veins energizing his desire to do wrong

Extracting money from the misery and oppression around him

Leaving him to live a life of luxury built upon the pain of others

Losing his soul bit by bit behind the bars of inhumanity

Pouch (an acrostic poem)

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Perhaps he pretty much was a slouch

Obviously because he never left his couch

Under that gut he had quite the brain I can avouch

Could be churlish and his taste quite louche

He made his money from selling his indoor poncho with a built in …

Melting (an acrostic poem)

Most people called her a witch, and she was worse than that

Everything was about her, and her “sisters”

Lording it over all those around them

To think that Gale girl had dropped in like a load of bricks

It had destroyed everything they had built

Now she had to admit Gale had good taste in shoes

Getting them might be a tale for the ages

 

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