Best Needle In A Haystack Poems

The sun barbequed the skin, raising a tenderized pink glow 
to the cheeks of the children in the ramshackle red barn.
The three story hay loft partly empty was bristling with tikes.
Pincushioned with straw, sharp as needles,
in their hair, tee-shirts and socks 
an “itch-o-rama” of gross...

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N-eedle in a haystack 
E-agerly evades the finder; 
S-earch is so difficult 
T-o any serious seeker. 
O-n the twenty-seventh of July, the truth is finally found; 
R-emain inside the fold, till you hear the trumpet sound. 

E-ach elect has found 
C-omplete peace of mind; 
H-aystack...

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