Tag: #Wordle503
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The Sunday Whirl ~ Wordle 503 ~ #Poetry
The grounds beneath the thunder began to shakeThe man fell to his kneesIn the open, he began to prayThe odds of a lightning chaseWere too large to number.His knees sank into the rain soaked groundDishevelled, time marched byIn a stat of fear, he tried to count his blessings,the bounty that lay before himHis mind twisted…