Carry On(an acrostic poem)

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Cupped hands holding all the ideas I had

And I am running to find the places they all need to be planted

Reaching my first destination, I try to plant just one idea

Really screw up and most tumble through my fingers to infertile ground. Devastating!

Yet after a period of mourning I rush on, and something miraculous happens. My hands refill!

Oh if I knew ideas would repopulate I would not have been so careful in the beginning

Now you know. Rush and let your ideas scatter, and wait to see what awesomeness grows!

Age (an acrostic poem)

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A number might not define you

Going toe to toe with Father Time though…

Everyone eventually grows into it

Yarn (an acrostic poem)

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You think he memorizes his stories?

All of them are made up right on the spot

Really, he takes a seed of truth and plants it in his imagination

Now his voice waters that seed and out of that grows amazing

Win (an acrostic poem)

When you finally get something to go right

It spreads across your face as the feeling grows inside

Now onto the next challenge

 

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