Find it here: https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2022/01/16/wordle-536/ Right outside my bedroom A cloud goes flying by It doesn’t even stop here It doesn’t see my blues cry It goes right past the raven With wings so black like rocks It flows with trepidation Fisted hands on a cuckoo clock It tries to speak a language That anyone can … Continue reading The Sunday Whirl: Wordle #536