Tag: #Wordle411
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#Wordle 411… #Poetry
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It’s 2.02 pm. I am driving past St. Bonneville My home, my place of work The gravestones shimmer under moonlight Like broken teeth. An illuminated grimace. I felt my heart give an extra beat An uncomfortable feeling of being watched. I pulled the car into the rectory Gravel spitting I would need…