Library (an acrostic poem)

 

Legions of words were peppered among the many shelves

It left the heady scent of knowledge permeating the air

Bracing herself, she picked up the first tome she saw

Reading the contents left her hungry for more

And so she consumed another, and then another.  She kept going

Ravaging the stacks, never feeling sated

Yet the feast did not disappoint

 

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Crisp (an acrostic poem)

Cold snowflakes danced on the swirling winds

Racing to see how fast they could blind me

I laughed at their tickles as they flew by

Slowly I skated across the pond

Proving that I wasn’t totally a sloth in bracing weather

 

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