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

North (an acrostic conversation)

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“Nothing to do now but go up on the map!”

“Okay, but aren’t there polar bears up there?”

“Really you would have to go pretty far to get to those.”

“That still means there are a chance of polar bears.  I would rather go south.”

“Have you seen how crazy penguins are?  No way!  Uh-uh!”