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Post by Lynnie on Jul 22, 2019 22:30:32 GMT
Eleven across. What’s the clue? Something to do With being in a stew?
My eyes flick down To read the clues - yet all it says is “No relief due.”
I leave my puzzle To ponder a while And think of an answer That makes me smile.
Yet nothing comes forth. No words come to play And clear the fog In my mind today.
Perhaps I’ll leave it Just for a while And try again later To make myself smile...
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