Stuck (an acrostic conversation)

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So let me get this straight.  I need to stay with you”

That’s an understatement.  You need to get even closer than you are now.”

Until when exactly?”

Could be a real long time.  Depends on life. I can promise it won’t be boring, though”

Knowing you, I’m not surprised.  Okay, Reverend, I do.” 

Pick (an acrostic poem)

Putting her money where her mouth is was always difficult

It seemed easier to not think and go with her heart in those circumstances

Casting the dice down the green felted table, she closed her eyes

Knowing that whatever happened, her life was going to be changed forever

Knot (an acrostic poem)

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Knowing hands twisted and tied the thick cords with ease

Noting where the rope had begun to fray

Outside the wind began to howl, which he thought fitting

There was no better accompaniment when at the gallows

Loki (an acrostic poem)

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Little joke here or trick there makes every day a bit happier

Okay, maybe it only makes it happier for me

Knowing that you fell for my ruse and now have to do the walk of shame

It almost brings a tear to my eye… because I’m laughing so hard

Like (an acrostic poem)

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Love was definitely too strong of a word

It was kind of possibly closer to admiring or appreciating

Knowing they were all related he gave up and confessed his feelings to her

Everyone laughed when he said to her “I prefer you.  A lot.”

Luck (an acrostic poem)

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Letting the coin spin in the air

Unclear what fate would determine I feel my anxiety rise

Catching it and slapping it on my wrist my anxiety fled and I felt content

Knowing that my future had been decided

Fork (an acrostic poem)

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Focusing all his attention on his spaghetti,

Oliver slowly twirled the utensil on top of his spoon,

Revolving strand after strand around their tines,

Knowing that he was breaking his dead Italian grandfather’s heart.