Nick (an acrostic poem)

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Notching her knife with a file, Katy smiled
It would make sure the slice would catch right there
Causing her to pause in her butchery
Knowing she wanted to savor Jim’s demise and not make it go by too quickly

Touched (an acrostic poem)

Taking a chance, Mary sneaked close to Clyde

Oblivious to her hovering, Clyde continued to play his video game

Unable to resist, May moved even closer, invading his personal space

Clyde acknowledged her existence with a grunt

His eyes went wide though as he met his electronic demise

Eyes met, and Mary realized she had crossed a line

Drawing up to her full height, Mary walked away.  Clyde smiled and followed

 

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