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Cards on the table, change comes swift
Diamonds become spades, clubs or hearts
Hearts may become broken as sturdy roots shift
Weeping tears drizzle in parts
Aces when low become roots in the trail
When high they’re the peak of the game
Foundation or goal, the cards stack to the scale
And each hand dealt is never the same
Play forward with eyes open, not with tunnel vision
That will focus on the rot and complaint
Change can also be the medicine from heaven
That reveals the patience of a saint
This is the ‘PERFECT’ word for me today, Tom. Please know that I’m not trying to drive you insane. BUT … my blog keeps unfollowing your blog. UGH …. I haven’t a clue as to why it’s doing that. I may have to contact WordPress. My apologies ….
Good subject for the wordle. It looks like they all fit in well.
Isadora
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Glad the word fits, Isadora! Patience always should, thinking about it…
And don’t worry about the technical difficulties – I’m well aware of them myself. They just make the plain sailing a little more interesting, that’s all! 😀
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I quite like the Wordle idea, Tom. Never had a go, but that doesn’t mean I never will. 🙂
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I’ve really only recently started doing them myself, Jo (or so it seems – time seems to be flying by right now!) – I think they’re a fun challenge. I would suggest having a go if you have a spare few minutes! 🙂
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