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To my son.

Avarice beckons, child, (but) doesn’t entitle fear. (The) Gatekeeper holds it justly. Keep losses, my nimble opportunist. Poverty quells reproach, softly treats usurpers. Virtue will (e)xtort yesterday’s (plenty).


An abecedarian sequence (mostly). Cheats are in parentheses.


By TEGD

I write abecedarian sequences

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I daren’t take on anything else right now. I’m desperate to finish my book. I’ve stopped doing flash fiction challenges for now, and will just do a few of my own posts. I can imagine that abecedarian poems are not as easy as they look. So you did really well with yours.

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