Tag: #Wordle501
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 501 ~ #Poetry
We tiptoe through the storiesNo traces left behindOld premonition created the riskSilently contain the catastropheOld places hide their evilWrapped in silence, a strange kind of peaceWe can scan the bones they left behindBuild new cases, new theoriesWere they like us, how old are the bones?What can we learn from those hidden sorrows, left unburied with no…