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WORDLE POETRY
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A poem and art using yesterday’s Wordle as prompt
A piece of me
was stapled to you
when you came in.
Less fantastic,
a piece of you
became embedded
in my forehead.
Forever known,
from that moment on
as the one who
recommended Paul.
And the trail
— disastrous and wide —
intersecting the long,
storied career
I envisioned
was marked in my own footprints.
What about you? Don’t use today’s Wordle because that will ruin it for everyone. Unless you want to be that jerk. But it is a lockable offense if you ask me.








