Guilty (an acrostic poem)

Grace without conditions was what was needed

Unless justice was allowed to prevail

I sat there, the proverbial gavel in my hand

Little did Leslie know I held her fate

Try as hard as I could, I could not acquit

Yelling foul I convicted her of traveling

 

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