Tag: #The Sunday Whirl
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 505 ~ #Poetry
From the sounds of it, the game was under wayThe boys would have a large stick in handThrow a glass bottle in the air,whack it as hard as they couldWicked I know, thing is, it’s funYoung minds don’t think further than thatIt’s like a sugar shock, an adrenaline rushRunning around your bodyLike the applause of…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 499 ~ #Poetry
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There it is, that flicker across my mindA butterfly walking, a tiny arm crawlingLooking for that thought I lost.The pressure of a late snowdriftIn the middle of SpringI am on my knees in front of the hearth.Ashes to ashes.There it is that lost thought.I let it fly by, not needed now.There she goes, my black…
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The Sunday Whirl ~ #Wordle 490 #Poetry
I try to run right through the stormTo hide. I am a failure, a fraudI have been too proudThinking myself smarter than the restI am brought low by the company I keepI do not speak up, to say how I feelI am craven, a coward in disguiseI have not joined in the treason they speak…