Mike’s Acrostic


Met a blue-eyed mountain of a man
In an old garage he made his home
Kept a fifth of Kessler near at hand
Empties his sole impetus to roam

Many tribulations had he born
Indelibly were etched across his face
Languid hands by green dice were adorned
Every roll dexterity and grace
Somehow without any effort he up and stole my hear

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