Tired (an acrostic poem)

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The lack of sleep kept mounting

It became a load that was difficult to carry

Reaching a tipping point where it was impossible to keep their eyes open

Everything stopped while they sunk into unconsciousness

Dreaming of trying to go to sleep…

RIP (an acrostic poem)

Raising the casket onto his shoulder worried Bart, so he made sure to crouch down

Inside was Uncle Ken, and while Bart loved him for his sense of humor, he was quite a load

Pulling up hard, Bart felt his pants tear in the seat and knew Ken was laughing.  He joined in.

 

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