Sign (an acrostic poem)

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So, he looked for hidden meanings in everything around him

It made him paranoid he might miss something that would lead to a preventable catastrophe

Going through life on tiptoe meant that finding anything underfoot caused him to lose mental balance

Now if he only saw that earlier, he might have enjoyed what that foretold

Atlas (an acrostic poem)

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All of Jessie’s life could be seen in the lines engraved into his face

They told of the many laughs and smiles, the tears and anger, written throughout the years  

Looking in the mirror, he reminisced a life lived hard

As he traced those wrinkles, he wondered about the upcoming Botox injection and smoothing it all over

Soul searching if he really wanted to lose that history…  Jessie left with his map intact

Jack (an acrostic poem)

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Just play a game of cards they said.  It will all be fun.

And there I was with a royal flush and a chance to make a couple of quid.

Can’t really lose, so I went all in.  When we showed our hands, one guy just lost it

Know what came next? That bloke chased me to the bathroom with an axe screaming “Here’s Johnny!”