Rising Tide

This poem begun before it began.
It’s a story of woman and her fan.
The pair met mid-stride,
their feelings can’t hide.
And a next verse awaits fates plan.

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Little Pricks

A little critique of critics;
their last line the next predicts.
With none to explain,
they poke and complain.
But the hardened unfazed by pricks.

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