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

Yard (an acrostic poem)

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You can’t measure greatness with a ruler they say

And that might be true for most things

Reacting to a fastball and sending it towering the other way

Defines the exception as they measure how far it as it left the…