Written for: Sunday Whirl, Wordle #453
Words: virus, stroke, fly, call, left, lock, singe, death, mask, sell, lose, spread
His singed death mask went viral.
Word spread. Calls, messages left.
He was bereft of funds, so began
to sell his invention–hell, a stroke
of good luck after being
on the losing end. Locked
in a patent, and he was fly
once again.
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So true.
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Very positive twist on this, as now with COVID-19 it is hard to turn stories to the positive.
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Thanks, Christine!
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