Crisp (an acrostic poem)

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Cider so hard you need a hammer and chisel to drink it

Resulting in puckered lips that would make an Instagram influencer jealous

It leaves an impression on the consumer’s soul

Searing the memory of that tree, that branch, that fruit, that moment

Permanently into your psyche

Timing (an acrostic poem)

 

There was a rhythm to how things flowed in life

If one could anticipate the beat, one could thrive

Many tried and flailed and failed, but Ramona was a natural

It left those in the know in awe and a bit jealous

Now here she was, about to win it all and there wouldn’t be anything left

Giving in, she purposely made a mistake assuring herself a better tomorrow

 

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