In the vast expanse of night I lie down upon the fluffy clouds and rest my eyes only to find my efforts squashed by the sound of a spritely young sailor pulling up beside me in his splendid brig carefully crafted from hyacinths and the damaged heartstrings of faeries with nothing better to do than tease the birds by pretending to be the edible bugs and butterflies going about their daily grind of buzzing and fluttering by the graves of somber angels.
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Wordles
PoetryA wordle is a writing exercise. To make one, you simply start writing something with no particular plan in mind, thus the portmanteau name of this exercise being a doodle made with words. Wordles aren't meant to make sense, at least if you don't wan...
