Pop (an acrostic poem)

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Puncturing that pompous balloon made me happy.

Observing his collapse to his mental floor a mere shell of his old ego gave me was the highlight of my day.

Perhaps I better worry that someone might do the same to me?

Stardust (an acrostic poem)

Simple reactions born of hydrogen and gravity

Taking that simplest of building blocks

And combining into something more and more

Radiating energy with every step

Developing into heavier and heavier thing

Until the sun collapses under the weight of the products

Supernova scatters the remains across space and time

Till you and I were created

 

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