Written for:  The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #194

Words:  rock, blend, room, fist, any, raven, slide, speak,
        wear, story, circle, cloud


Same old story.  I circle 
then slide into Cloud 9 
each time I hear that blend 
of blues, and rock.  You, 
standing there, fist raised,
wearing your raven hair
halfway down your back.  
Any room you play erupts
in dancing, and singing
along.  Breathless,
and hoarse afterwards,
I cannot speak.  Same
old story.

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