Hop (an acrostic poem)

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How many bunnies would she see in the morning?

Or maybe baby chicks wandering the yard

Perhaps she would see neither, but their chocolate and jellybean relics will remain

Change (an acrostic poem)

 

Can’t things just remain the same?

He shook his head reading the paper about another closure

As if being single wasn’t hard enough

Now where would he meet women?  He hated Tinder.

Going on Twitter just made his skin crawl

Even though this virus likely wouldn’t kill him, his love life was RIP.

 

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