For Wordle 297, some simple linking of the words in order given produces a piece which could be total nonsense … or a deeply profound thought. It all hinges (as with so much poetry) on how widely the imagination is allowed to roam.
Life’s spiral chips from sum
To list and settle life of saints,
Sing prayers to stem itch come
When tangled lace makes run its paints.
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Do what you will but I would prefer to have that itch thankyou!
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Well, if you insist on starting from scratch … 🙂
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You ran imaginatively with these words!
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Or the words ran away from me! 🙂
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Hi Col!!!
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Welcome back!
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Without committing to posting I tried my hand at a couple of these, as featured by you. Sadly, they turned out to be as indecipherable as the hardest ever cryptic crossword clues. I really don’t know how you come up with comprehensible utterances, and in so few words!
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Sometimes the best I can do is make them seem as if they should be comprehensible, and let the reader find a way to get that result!
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🙂
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