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Iced Cubes

I don’t get it The now of then The how of why The who of whom Six kids one toilet Last one in line Squeeze tight the cheeks Such drama, nobody speaks Hands that tell lies Search for brittle memories Clutch at the past As it fades away Don’t like the cold It pinches my cheeks to make breath clouds The bus is late

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Linda Alice Fowler

Date: 9/10/2023 1:51:00 PM

Ah, very cute John. Congratulations! :)

Speaks Volumes

Date: 9/10/2023 1:05:00 PM

Loved three of your cubes, still working on the bus is late. Congrats on the well deserved win John

Di11y Da11y

Date: 8/28/2023 12:10:00 AM

Ooh 4 x 4 to square things off and your not in line with the rules title makes me think you've gone all rogue and not even entered it in the contest. You and your muse :D

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 8/27/2023 7:04:00 PM

Emotive write!