Hint (an acrostic poem)

How was he supposed to know how she felt?

It was like he had to be a master detective.

Now they were alone, but he still wasn’t sure if she liked him

That was when she gave him a quick kiss

 

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Thirst (an acrostic poem)

Too many times he had gone back to the pump

He was doing it again even now

It wasn’t going to change anything.  The water wouldn’t be there

Reaching for the ancient handle, he pumped it up and down vigorously

Staring at the dusty spout, begging for a hint of liquid to form at its edge

They found him there two weeks later still searching for a drink

 

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