The winds that will be howling at all hours
Keep my mind away from pleasant dreams
Not visible, but this cold wind has powers
Causing nightmarish visions to be seen.
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For this, for everything, we are out of tune
No longer gazing sleepily at a moon
But wishing on the brightest stars
That the world ceases these constant scars
It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
Off this boat drifting in troubled seas.
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W3 Prompt #190: Wea’ve Written Weekly
The Bag Lady 
Excellent use of the Wordsworth’s poem!
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Thank you
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Cheryl, I want to escape this nightmare too! Well rhymed and reasoned!!
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I love the way that you wove Wordsworth into your poem. I especially love the way you ended — Wordsworth + you. I think I’d rather be off the boat, too.
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Nicely rhymed 👏
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I love how you have used Wordsworth’s words Cheryl 💕
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