That perfect letter.
A wishbone, fork in the road, an empty wineglass.
The question we ask ourselves again and again. Y?
Me, with my arms outstretched, feet in first position.
A chromosome half of us don't have.
Second to last letter; almost there.
Coupled with L, let's make an adverb.
A modest X, with legs closed.
Y or N? Yes, ofcourse.
An upside-down peace sign.
Little bird tracks in the sand.
Y, a Greek letter, joined the Latin alphabet when Romans conquered Greece in the first century.
No one used adverbs before then. And no one was happy.
