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Winds rasp as they build up pace
Rattling through passage, any open space
Rattling chains and swirling sticks
Rattling nerves and primitive instincts
Rubbing up and down this way or t’other
Pranking letterboxes, moving covers
Rain soaks legs that planned for better
Coats and brollies make them wetter
All bar none escape the caper
‘Part from those who stay in ‘til later!
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Thanks, Cheryl.
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stormy…
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Yup!
Thanks, Jodi.
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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These wordles are such a challenge!
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They can be… but then sometimes they take you on a roll!
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I think that’s the way with challenges!
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Goes at a jolly rhymed pace, includes the words, and all makes sense. Bravo.
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Thanks, Col.
The fact that it was blowing a gale outside helped! 😀
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Sounds horrendous, Tom. Think I’ll also stay inside.
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Good choice, Sylvia.
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Storms do that. We have had our share of rarly Spring storms.
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