Duck (an acrostic poem)

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Don’t feel fowl but

Until your quack the code you will never experience freedom

Crouch your way through the thorny people limiting your potential

Knowing you will soon be able to spread your wings and fly

Rose (an acrostic poem)

Removing the petals, one by one

Oh how the flower sheds its beauty

Soon he clutches just the thorny stem

Eventually, the bleeding will stop, but the hurting…

 

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