Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #505 Words: game, shock, overshadowed, wicked, rock, fleeting, sounds, stick, glass, sugar, hand, shots Could use a shot of bourbon on the rocks in a thick cut glass. Hand me one, sugar, would you? A wicked time has passed. At last we are less over- shadowed by shock over the fleetingness of life. It is not just a game. Now, sounds sizzle in the streets, shops welcome customers. Laughter is kiting to the sky. Besides, I am weary of suffocating in a mask that sticks to my lips. Bring me some chips, and a shot of bourbon on the rocks. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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