Oak (an acrostic poem)

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Orangey-brown tones enriched by scarab poop.

An idea that had to be renamed to be used by the masses.

Know what?  Shellac is still pretty awesome.

Builder (an acrostic poem)

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Boosting those around her every day

Underpinning the sagging self-worth of the masses

It was a never-ending battle against the entropy of existence

Leaving her drained every evening when she went to bed

Drifting to sleep while praying that she could do more

Everyone was amazed how much one woman could do

Remarkable a mother could do

Panic (an acrostic poem)

Pushing through the masses running the opposite way

Andrea finally found the source of the hysteria

Necromancer and his undead minions were inducing dread

It made her furious and that insulated her from the induced terror

Clutching her glowing baseball bat she yelled, “Batter up!”

 

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