Poverty (Acrostic Poem)
Perhaps I could fly
Over the hills and through time
Varieties of lives at my finger tips
Every one different from the life that I live
Raspberry riches and decked bedrooms
Thankful for the mere fact that I get to choose
Yet my mind couldn't pick the riches, instead, it chose poverty, the last of my wishes.
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