
In the midst of sadness and despair
The old man brushed his hair
Then poured the steaming brew he made
Settled down under candle’s shade
Rubbing whiskered chin he thought
Hoped his awful dream was naught.
https://sammiscribbles.wordpress.com/2019/02/02/weekend-writing-prompt-92-wool-gathering/
http://puttingmyfeetinthedirt.com/2019/02/05/february-2019-writing-prompts/
Good one. 🙂
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