Grain (an acrostic poem)

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Growing rows of amber waved in the hot wind

Reaching for one of the sheathes, she pulled the kernels free

And rubbed them against each other in her hands, freeing the seeds from their husks

It released a wonderful smell of summer turning toward fall

Nodding she walked back to the farmhouse.  Tomorrow they would harvest.

Solve (an acrostic poem)

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So many questions that need answers found

Only each of those answers spawn more crunchy questions

Leaving the circle of knowledge ever turning

Valuable as that cycle is, sometimes you just want to find an end

Especially when it come to taking an exam