the slight edge,
or my fate is sealed
and it will be too late.
Where is that spindle that spins gold
with a rumpled singe on the finger it holds?
I’d gladly give up some skin, maybe a limb,
to ensure my life was not so dim.
Wordle 620
The Sunday Whirl
the slight edge,
or my fate is sealed
and it will be too late.
Where is that spindle that spins gold
with a rumpled singe on the finger it holds?
I’d gladly give up some skin, maybe a limb,
to ensure my life was not so dim.
The Bag Lady 
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