

An empty office where I used to sit
I have been declared unfit
So many things I wish I’d done
I wasn’t the strongest one.
Calamity was not my style
Although some in the later while
I tried. I really did
Some my predecessor’s rid
But not enough, I apologize
I thought I was more wise
I struggled with my defeat
Now the Constitution lays under our feet
Trampled, ripped and sadly seen
You need to fight, try to glean
The valiant order hidden, now revealed
Democracy protectors please work til we’re healed.
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W3 Prompt #153: Wea’ve Written Weekly
hi, Cheryl❣️
I just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted for the very first time by the wonderful Ooko Tonny, is now live:
Enjoy 😃
Much love,
David
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Thanks David!
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hi, Cheryl 💛
Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3, hosted by the brilliant Violet Lentz, is now live:
Enjoy❣️
Much love,
David
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As ever, thank you David👍🏻
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*hug*
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Set in an empty office, the voice of your protagonist, the apology, the Constitution trampled underfoot, the call for action, the depth of subtext—all make for a superb monologue and a wonderful response to my prompt. Thank you, Cheryl. 👏
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Thanks for the positive comments☺️
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Too little, too late
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Cheryl, this poem captures Biden’s sense of reflection and regret so poignantly. I feel the weight of his apology and the urgency in the final lines!
~David
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Thanks David☺️
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Poor Joe. All his hard work trampled underfoot in less than two months.
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