Funds (an acrostic poem)

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Finding money was always the problem.

Unless the problem was being too rich, but I haven’t experienced that particular permutation.

Now with more being broken every day, including myself, well a dollar breaks before it stretches.

Doesn’t matter if you pinch pennies when dollars are the lowest common denominator.

So all you need is love, until you want a gallon of milk and a loaf of bread, and then?

Wander (an acrostic poem)

 

Which way should I go next?

As the summer breaks over the horizon

Number of paths open up before me

Destiny awaits on the other side

Every step will be an adventure

Ready or not, here I come!

 

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Ocean (an acrostic poem)

On top of my boogie board

Care thrown to the wind as the wave breaks

Everything screams go as I start falling downward

And the wave carries me towards the awaiting shore

Now time to pick myself up and find my next ride

 

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