The Sunday Whirl: Wordle 532


As I stood in the hall
Trembling with fear
A sign of the times
A draft in the air
I noticed a fray
In the paint on the door
As critters ran quickly
Across a pass on the floor
They lingered for seconds
To notice the flow
A slight little breeze
drifting this way and fro
So I chased all my fears
And I spelled out my fate
I won’t act too rash
Oh how I hate to be late
But with nothing but luck
I reach towards the wall
And turn on the light
Goodbye fear and all.

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