Angels (an acrostic poem)

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After the bell rang, Clarice looked behind her.

No wings yet, but she kept her head held high.

Getting them would mean she hade made it

Everything came down to that moment in her life

Looking at the program she smiled and settled back

So many more chances as the handbells started their next song

Coding (an acrostic poem)

Compiling her program she waited for the results

Of course, there were a couple of errors

Destroying them took no time.  She hit compile again

It came back with over one hundred more

Now the real work began as she stomped on each one

Good thing she didn’t like to sleep

 

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