Beard (an acrostic poem)

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Been yanking on his face hairs since she was a wee little babe

Every day was a repeat of the last, and he loved every minute of it

And yet, one day she decided she was too old to do it anymore

Reaching for his own face hairs, he gave them a tug

Damn that hurt.  It just wasn’t the same.

Crowded (an acrostic poem)

 

Covid19 kept everyone away for so long

Randy got used to being on his own

Only now those restrictions were ending

Which meant everyone was doing their most to get out

Disturbing him with their proximity

Eventually, he had to reisolate himself

Determined to keep the spirit of Covid19 alive

 

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