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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 539 ~ #Poetry
For me rain brings new smells The vibration in the air changes Brushed with new opportunities There is no hesitation As I lace my nails with gold varnish Ready to cut through a new day The body upstairs lies bleeding Two shots in the head Miss Moneypenny insisted that the leak be plugged The facts…
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Tuesday Teaser… I Am Mayhem ~ Sue Coletta ~ #Paranormal Suspense #amreading
As bloody, severed body parts show up on her doorstep, Shawnee Daniels must stop the serial killer who wants her dead before she becomes the next victim. But can she solve his cryptic clues before it’s too late? Or will she be the next to die a slow, agonizing death? With crows stalking her every…
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Say it… #Poetry
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#Mindlovemisery’s Wordle 274 ~ #Poetry
My fingertips to write To adlib, make magic on the page The read back was no more than a bunch of garble Stop press, this woman is a fool I jiggle my appointments to manage my time better I have no wish to waste it To see it perish, like old apples in a bowl…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 539 ~ #Poetry
For me rain brings new smells The vibration in the air changes Brushed with new opportunities There is no hesitation As I lace my nails with gold varnish Ready to cut through a new day The body upstairs lies bleeding Two shots in the head Miss Moneypenny insisted that the leak be plugged The facts…
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Tuesday Teaser… I Am Mayhem ~ Sue Coletta ~ #Paranormal Suspense #amreading
As bloody, severed body parts show up on her doorstep, Shawnee Daniels must stop the serial killer who wants her dead before she becomes the next victim. But can she solve his cryptic clues before it’s too late? Or will she be the next to die a slow, agonizing death? With crows stalking her every…
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Say it… #Poetry
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#Mindlovemisery’s Wordle 274 ~ #Poetry
My fingertips to write To adlib, make magic on the page The read back was no more than a bunch of garble Stop press, this woman is a fool I jiggle my appointments to manage my time better I have no wish to waste it To see it perish, like old apples in a bowl…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 