Nine (an acrostic poem)

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Now what are we going to do?

I liked counting to ten

Now we can’t without bringing up the senseless cannibalistic murder

Evoking the horrific time when seven ate,,,

Crease (an acrostic poem)

 

Cutting and tape would be cheating

Realize the Zen of proper folding

Elephants and cranes made of paper

As fingers show off their dexterity

Solemnly teasing out a third dimension from two

Evoking the surreal as its goal

 

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