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DITTY sing with me: diddy dum, diddy dee, down the
CHUTE. It’s the route, out to sea. Shoopa doopy doopa dee.
SIEVE the sand, of the shore. Cha-cha slide, slide real smooth then
ADAPT your own beat, do the dab, find your groove.
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CROOK of my heart
BEGINS a new Quarter.
SUAVE sense and rare words bent to whimsical order. Happy me who
THREW my lot with him whose affections, through a score’s change, change not.
@luskwater@QuordlePoem@ohthatwright Sorry 'bout that. Yes, that's quite a different tone, especially as such a reunion might highlight the absence of many.
@courtpres @al__jawf Hahaha! I just happened to have time to follow that delightful rabbit trail yesterday. How fun that Guthrie's story inspired your Quordle poem last month!
SULLY the roadside with rubbish from Alice’s
DINER or sully our souls with war’s bloody calluses for both draftee and signer. In a
TRICE, one sends Guthrie to jail, but the other could send him to flail a decade thru swampy rise and vale for neither peace, nor glory, nor
INGOT.