Range (an acrostic poem)

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Risking it all on a forty-footer

And as the basketball left her hand, the clocks went to all zeroes

Now it was now all physics, the skill was already committed

Google clutch, and it would show this shot if it goes in

Everyone waited seemingly forever as the ball bounced on the rim once, twice…

Award (an acrostic conversation)

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As I give you this certificate of competition, do you have anything to say?”

What?  Are you saying I won?”

And why would you think that?  You’re score placed you dead last”

Right, but I still get a trophy?  You know, for giving it my best shot.”

Don’t be silly.  Trophies are for winners.  You get a piece of paper with your name misspelled on it.”

Digger (an acrostic poem)

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Dirt packed under his ragged fingernails

It was something he prided himself on

Grabbing the wrench he went back to work

Giving another shot at fixing the old backhoe

Even though the brand new one sat right next to it

Really didn’t want to let his dear friend go quite yet

Close (an acrostic poem)

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Couldn’t believe I even had a shot, to be honest

Last thing I thought would happen was that you liked me too

Old feelings of insecurity and inadequacy swamped me when we were apart, but together, that was something amazing

So when I popped the question I was at an emotional breaking point

Even though you said no, I… 

Drunk (an acrostic poem)

Downing yet another shot of Jägermeister

Rich felt it hit him right between the eyes

Under normal circumstances, this is where he would stop

Not tonight though, not after she had left him

Knowing it was because he had slept with her best friend, well that didn’t help

 

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Tequila (an acrostic poem)

The alcohol burned her throat as she pounded the shot glass to the bar top

Everything spun for a second, but that was the whole purpose of this, right?

Quickly she lifted her hand.  “Another round, please.”

Unable to keep the grin from her face she looked at the rest of the bridal party

It was her last night of freedom and she didn’t want to remember any of it

Lifting up the replenished shot glass she said, “To life and health.”

All the time hoping she would be so sick tomorrow they would call the whole thing off

 

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