Bust (an acrostic poem)

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Building a tower of luck and lies she raised her bet

Understanding it was all or nothing now

She tapped for a card and held her breath

The dealer flipped a card and smiled sadly

Grind (an acrostic poem)

Getting the words to flow seemed impossible today

Really it would be easier to just kick back and watch TV

Instead here was Bob pounding on the keyboard

Now very few of those words tapped out will probably make it past the edits

Definitely none of the ones NOT typed would ever see the final manuscript though

 

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