Everyone joins the merry go round at some point.
Feeling safe and secure, as the next turn whips
around the carousel cutting against chilled breezes.
The years spin astray, night and day telling their own story.
Seems like a good deal, but it doesn’t come with its own bread and butter.
At best, we try to connect with one another; building sentence upon sentence, spelling out our own history.
Written for the Sunday Whirl: Wordle 231
Benjamin Thomas
Absolutely adore this one, Benjamin!
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Thx Sarah!
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excellent. this is quite close to where I was trying to go, but you got there, and I ended up somewhere completely different!
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Bit of a challenge but fun! Thx
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I love the way you’ve woven the words together. Hold on tight!
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