Without a trace of truth
Spouting your fraudulent
Panegyric tribute to her
In spite of our flowering
We were a knoll of daisies
Fresh and true every thing
Then you injected laudanum
Making it all inot a xenolith
Without a trace of the good
A stain on our lustrous love
You placed a yolk on my neck
Because of tempestuousness
But! I’m going outside to
Stargaze
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© Carol Campbell
https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2016/03/07/wordle-100-march-7-2016/
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Lol! I love what you did with the wordle! Your poem is tightly woven and it tells quite a story 🙂 You’re on a roll today!
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That’s for sure! I thought this morning that my muse had taken a day off but then… Thank you.
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