Pulse (an acrostic poem)

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Palpitations made him stop in his tracks

Until his heart began to beat normally

Listening, he could hear others fleeing to the north

So he continued fleeing eastward and hoped his pursuers would go in that direction

Except hope was extinguished when a slug ripped through his chest

Shot (an acrostic poem)

So tired the effort to keep my eyes open is herculean

Here I am trying to pull the trigger on this deal

Opportunity doesn’t knock twice they always say

That’s why I’m going to slug it out

 

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