Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #506 Words: symbol, sign, history, end, onslaught, people, slide, pour, drought, still, week, nights Don't pour me no more, slide out that door. You are history. Mystery to me how I didn't recognize the signs of 'bad dude' all through those nights, now at an end. After the onslaught of flowers and gifts, you began to drift, a symbol of a non-keeper. After a week you'd return stinking like an old still. People warned me, but I was in a deep drought, and thought you would provide a way out. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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but I was in a deep drought,
and thought you would provide a way out.
Love your laments pictured here Sara! Feelings of despondence may not affect us directly but we can observe lots of them in these trying times!
Hank
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Thanks, Hank. These are indeed trying times.
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