Wrong (an acrostic poem)

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Wishing he was right, but knowing he wasn’t

Really, he couldn’t be farther from being correct

Only he was committed now, and backing down was worse, wouldn’t it?

Now it was time to pay the piper, but he had no money

Going to be bad, but the rest of the village had said what could the pied piper do?

Range (an acrostic poem)

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Risking it all on a forty-footer

And as the basketball left her hand, the clocks went to all zeroes

Now it was now all physics, the skill was already committed

Google clutch, and it would show this shot if it goes in

Everyone waited seemingly forever as the ball bounced on the rim once, twice…

Actor (an acrostic poem)

 

All she ever let them see was her screen face

Cold, aloof, mysteriously beautiful

The fact is she was scared, scarred, and so plain was something to hide

Oh there were times she thought about letting go of the persona and just be

Reality was she was too committed to her craft to let her audience down

 

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