Two compete for one
The grand price is also the judge
Reactive combat
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It's Tuesday 7:13 a.m. A cold and clear November morning awaits Ray on his morning commute. Ray rubs his hands together in the front seat of his Subaru. He turns the air temperature up, but keeps the air on low until the air warms up. He looks at the backup camera screen and reverses the Subaru out of his driveway onto Trimble Road.
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Good work and a good definition of this word.
5/7/25 I keep getting notifications that you have posted something, but then it goes away. OK over there?
Oof, that’s a sharp one! Plot twist: the prize decides neither is worthy and walks off solo.
This is short but sharp.
I am glad I don’t experience this emotion. I did once, though, and it’s quite destructive. You did a good job in this Haiku.
Jealousy....such a *** this poem describes it well.
This was sooooo relatable! I freaking loved it!