Games (an acrostic poem)

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Going to try their luck

As they roll the dice one last time

Maybe this time they will win

Even though as they released the tumbling cubes

Something twisted in the universe

Timing (an acrostic poem)

 

There was a rhythm to how things flowed in life

If one could anticipate the beat, one could thrive

Many tried and flailed and failed, but Ramona was a natural

It left those in the know in awe and a bit jealous

Now here she was, about to win it all and there wouldn’t be anything left

Giving in, she purposely made a mistake assuring herself a better tomorrow

 

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Catch (an acrostic poem)

Count them.  Twenty-two.  Read ’em and weep.

And that means you busted.  You lost.

That’s not right.  You speak of deceptions.  I always win.  I’m a winner

Can you follow the rules just this once?  You don’t always have to win

Ha!  That’s how a loser speaks.  I won’t fall for your trap!

 

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Win (an acrostic poem)

When you finally get something to go right

It spreads across your face as the feeling grows inside

Now onto the next challenge

 

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