Sunday Whirl Wordle #67 Number 8 in Story series A
When a Nag is Not a Horse...
Johannah enjoyed the new yet often strange towns she was riding through
The passage was not rough and became easier the closer she seemed to get
To the now wizard free kingdom - She had a sublime notion that she might settle
Into some robust occupation freed of the memory of her wayward sister
Too clearly Jo remembered the uncontrolled frenzy that lit up Regina’s eyes
When she held the warrior sword that she would use to kill their mother, the former queen
Regina would attack everything she did with a cold heart, each and every fancy ball
Would be a calculated maneuver to channel information and funds for future campaigns
Those who had yet to fall would soon be falling in line, or be towing the line
A cruel short tethered leash that would choke and restrict the freedom that had existed
Jo could only hope that once she felt safe enough, far enough and perhaps joined by
The strength of good magics that she might one day return home
However every time those thoughts escaped from that dark shadowed corner of her mind
Jo would brandish them back - her soul still pining for her lost mother, though that woman
Was possibly only a pawn on the great Chess Board game of life and Regina took full advantage
Of controlling almost every piece that strayed upon her playing field
As Jo neared the kingdom of the once sleeping princess she dismounted her steed Booker -
That is if the tavern stories were true - the once great evil that held her was broken
By a child, once called Here-boy - First she was to seek out Morganna the younger princess who had escaped capture by pretending to be a shepherdess...
Wordle 67 (The 8th piece in Series A)
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/07/29/wordle-67/
wayward, falling, frenzy, attack, sublime, strange, settle, rough, channel, ball, robust, life
Sunday, July 29, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
We Write Poems 115 :12 Words
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| “Limited” |
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| The train runs... |
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| through thoughts |
| ...sometimes... |
D E / / R A I L / / E D
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| chewing....words |
$ Coherent ? Currency $
for WWP 115
12 word limit ...Tickets, Please
July 19, 2012
Process Notes: I probably spent more time on this than any long piece...but I had fun. And I've been waiting all week...But as I am on vacation I'm doing a fast post and will return later in the day to read.
Sunday, July 22, 2012
SW #66 Enchanted
Number 6 (the 7th piece actually) in the Series B set
Enchanted
Father was not one to be melancholy,
He and Mother had lived quite long and had
Shared in rosy, erotic moments, those were indeed special times -
In high autumn grasses - though they remained childless, then.
Their guises now as humans in this seemingly timeless fling
Would always pale to their true nature and love for each other
They were good at keeping secrets, then and now...
Keeping a low cover was why he chose to work
In pewter instead of gold - no sense to stray from a simple craft,
One that provided security in this peopled community
No fancy powders for their simple enchantment spells,
One human child at a time, love them well and let them go
Porter was one of many, and now Johnny-boy fine sons indeed -
Nasty wizards did not help the cause of unexplainable magics
With a swing in his step Father joined Mother
As together they touched the emerald that hung from her neck
And from the gentle green glowing watched the ocean spray
Rise gently and glisten upon Porter’s brow, he was standing next to a huge man
Both smiling from a shared joke that the two parents could not hear...
But it was enough, this boy was happy and that made them glad
As time passed soon enough they’d be spying Johnny-boy this way too
Process notes: I did have in my mind to write about Father, and this week the Wordles made it easy. I have yet to determine just ‘What’ Father and Mother are...
But when you write fantasy...well you get to be creative.
JP/davh
Wordle 66 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/wordle-66/
erotic, melancholy, rosy, gold, swing, powders, pale, cover, spray, grasses, fling, stray
For those interested in the whole set: Story Series B can be found here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/story-verse-b.html
Enchanted
Father was not one to be melancholy,
He and Mother had lived quite long and had
Shared in rosy, erotic moments, those were indeed special times -
In high autumn grasses - though they remained childless, then.
Their guises now as humans in this seemingly timeless fling
Would always pale to their true nature and love for each other
They were good at keeping secrets, then and now...
Keeping a low cover was why he chose to work
In pewter instead of gold - no sense to stray from a simple craft,
One that provided security in this peopled community
No fancy powders for their simple enchantment spells,
One human child at a time, love them well and let them go
Porter was one of many, and now Johnny-boy fine sons indeed -
Nasty wizards did not help the cause of unexplainable magics
With a swing in his step Father joined Mother
As together they touched the emerald that hung from her neck
And from the gentle green glowing watched the ocean spray
Rise gently and glisten upon Porter’s brow, he was standing next to a huge man
Both smiling from a shared joke that the two parents could not hear...
But it was enough, this boy was happy and that made them glad
As time passed soon enough they’d be spying Johnny-boy this way too
Process notes: I did have in my mind to write about Father, and this week the Wordles made it easy. I have yet to determine just ‘What’ Father and Mother are...
But when you write fantasy...well you get to be creative.
JP/davh
Wordle 66 http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/07/22/wordle-66/
erotic, melancholy, rosy, gold, swing, powders, pale, cover, spray, grasses, fling, stray
For those interested in the whole set: Story Series B can be found here:
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/story-verse-b.html
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
We Write Poems #114 Engraved
Read the reeds as they sway
Read the leaves of trees
And too the paper leaves - some bound in books
The words I wrote while living...
They were and are a part of me, my gift to you
See with your heart
See deserts, rain forests and oceans
And too the waves of amber grains
The world created for the living...
Gems and jewels with imperfections, so many gifts
Rest a while as you visit
Rest among your dreams
And too remember all I was - my hopes bound within
The words I wrote while living
They helped to set me free, my gift to you
On this stone Engraved...Poetically Yours,
We Write Poems 114
Read the leaves of trees
And too the paper leaves - some bound in books
The words I wrote while living...
They were and are a part of me, my gift to you
See with your heart
See deserts, rain forests and oceans
And too the waves of amber grains
The world created for the living...
Gems and jewels with imperfections, so many gifts
Rest a while as you visit
Rest among your dreams
And too remember all I was - my hopes bound within
The words I wrote while living
They helped to set me free, my gift to you
On this stone Engraved...Poetically Yours,
We Write Poems 114
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
WG TT: A Different Wonderland
A Different Wonderland
‘So’ if she spoke that word out loud he’d say; “(Sew,) ...a needle pulling thread”
She, would reply with; “La, a note to follow ‘so’ - that would
Set them both into uncontrollable giggles and he’d have to help her
Off the floor, after she’d finish gasping for breath - it didn’t take much
To see they enjoyed each other, their private jokes continued to
Work for them even after thirty years after tying the knot
And even with the ‘downs’, there were just more ‘ups’
Very attuned to the same wave length - sometimes it was just scary
Soon anyone in their company would feel comfortable - even when they
Finished off each others sentences - there was never any malice
‘Off with her head,’ he would tease and she’d just cut the cards knowing she was
The Queen of Hearts in his life - And he was the lucky rabbit she would follow, always.
Cake along with humble pie would be served after the game concluded
JP/davh
“So she set off to work, and very soon finished off the cake.”
From: Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
A Sentence Acrostic for Tuesday Tryouts
For: http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/those-trying-tuesday-tryouts/
Process notes: So many prompts to distract. This is just the first one...
Thanks most Marvelous And Ravishing Generator Of prompts
‘So’ if she spoke that word out loud he’d say; “(Sew,) ...a needle pulling thread”
She, would reply with; “La, a note to follow ‘so’ - that would
Set them both into uncontrollable giggles and he’d have to help her
Off the floor, after she’d finish gasping for breath - it didn’t take much
To see they enjoyed each other, their private jokes continued to
Work for them even after thirty years after tying the knot
And even with the ‘downs’, there were just more ‘ups’
Very attuned to the same wave length - sometimes it was just scary
Soon anyone in their company would feel comfortable - even when they
Finished off each others sentences - there was never any malice
‘Off with her head,’ he would tease and she’d just cut the cards knowing she was
The Queen of Hearts in his life - And he was the lucky rabbit she would follow, always.
Cake along with humble pie would be served after the game concluded
JP/davh
“So she set off to work, and very soon finished off the cake.”
From: Alice’s Adventures In Wonderland by Lewis Carroll
A Sentence Acrostic for Tuesday Tryouts
For: http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2012/07/17/those-trying-tuesday-tryouts/
Process notes: So many prompts to distract. This is just the first one...
Thanks most Marvelous And Ravishing Generator Of prompts
Sunday, July 15, 2012
SW Wordle 65: Evening the Odds
Evening the Odds (Story verse B/4b)
While the swells and sea spray crashed on the deck above
It seemed to Porter that gravity held the ship in place better
than any anchor at the end of a chain - quite thankful to be Chan’s aide
And not have to swab the deck, he much preferred creating new relishes
For the crew to try - Most often he would blush but it wasn’t true humility
Chan would laugh and say “Himility was a good thing for any man to learn.”
Porter enjoyed all manner of work in the galley - his memories would flicker -
Mother teaching him how to use various plants to their best advantage
Especially those that others thought were of no use and often would gift to her
She taught him how to grittle, seemingly brittle spices to add to the scrapes
Of meats she would griddle - the heat of the pan would snap-crack the fat
Odd memories triggered with all the foods he handled
Especially with the repeated gentle refrains of Chan’s instructions...
The huge man had not only befriended Porter, but lay claim to almost
All of the lads time - never before had he had such a willing student
Who was also able to teach him a thing or two...and yet he wondered
Why the lad had left his home, when he so fondly spoke of his Mother -
We all make our own choices - Chan was lucky to have such a friend
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/07/15/wordle-65-a-bakers-dozen/
flicks, swells, spray, grittle (yes a real word!), gravity, plant, trigger, relishes, chain, crack, humility (himility), refrain, claim (brittle, griddle... and swab)
JP/davh
Process notes: When I first saw this list in its original form that little light bulb above my head flickered and I had and I knew I had some direction and a story continuation. With the sidebar conversation of typos, and mis-reads...my word list grew - Thanks Teri for introducing us to a new word. No offence intended to anyone who has trouble pronouncing words...but it worked for my story verse. And a special nod to MMT for the addition of ‘swab’. How could I not include it in a story about a ship at sea? This belongs in Story Verse B after number 4 so 4b it is. I can’t seem to get my the title of my pages to change...this is the correct link to this series.
I've been asked why Porter left...that's in this story verse (the second of this series b):
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/04/lackluster-lackey-sunday-whirl-wordle.html
This link leads to the whole she bang...
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/story-verse-b.html
While the swells and sea spray crashed on the deck above
It seemed to Porter that gravity held the ship in place better
than any anchor at the end of a chain - quite thankful to be Chan’s aide
And not have to swab the deck, he much preferred creating new relishes
For the crew to try - Most often he would blush but it wasn’t true humility
Chan would laugh and say “Himility was a good thing for any man to learn.”
Porter enjoyed all manner of work in the galley - his memories would flicker -
Mother teaching him how to use various plants to their best advantage
Especially those that others thought were of no use and often would gift to her
She taught him how to grittle, seemingly brittle spices to add to the scrapes
Of meats she would griddle - the heat of the pan would snap-crack the fat
Odd memories triggered with all the foods he handled
Especially with the repeated gentle refrains of Chan’s instructions...
The huge man had not only befriended Porter, but lay claim to almost
All of the lads time - never before had he had such a willing student
Who was also able to teach him a thing or two...and yet he wondered
Why the lad had left his home, when he so fondly spoke of his Mother -
We all make our own choices - Chan was lucky to have such a friend
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/07/15/wordle-65-a-bakers-dozen/
flicks, swells, spray, grittle (yes a real word!), gravity, plant, trigger, relishes, chain, crack, humility (himility), refrain, claim (brittle, griddle... and swab)
JP/davh
Process notes: When I first saw this list in its original form that little light bulb above my head flickered and I had and I knew I had some direction and a story continuation. With the sidebar conversation of typos, and mis-reads...my word list grew - Thanks Teri for introducing us to a new word. No offence intended to anyone who has trouble pronouncing words...but it worked for my story verse. And a special nod to MMT for the addition of ‘swab’. How could I not include it in a story about a ship at sea? This belongs in Story Verse B after number 4 so 4b it is. I can’t seem to get my the title of my pages to change...this is the correct link to this series.
I've been asked why Porter left...that's in this story verse (the second of this series b):
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/2012/04/lackluster-lackey-sunday-whirl-wordle.html
This link leads to the whole she bang...
http://julesgemsandstuff.blogspot.com/p/story-verse-b.html
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
WG TT Daimante: Slick Slides (plus)
Slick Slides
Water...Oil
Leaking sky...Not mixing
Summer steaming...Texas Tea
Empty shells gulls feasted...Mint Juleps daintily drained
Ocean ebbing...Wells pumping
Crisp skin...Hot commodity
Model Citizen
Lotion potion...Dry spells
Selling slogans...Scorpions dancing
Diets dictating social savvy...Managers feasting, shells empty
Teetotalers tally...Empty glasses
Not mixing...leaking eyes
Oil...Water
Evolved from this original daimante
water
under pressure
steaming, cooking, evaporating
portion protein mouthwatering morsels
crisping, cooking, burning
fry baby
oil
(JulesPaige)
TT WG Daimantes:
http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2012/07/10/still-trying-those-tryouts-its-tuesday/
Process notes: I wasn’t sure about this prompt. Too many instructions. But after printing them and moving slowly through it... I think I did OK with the natural opposites of oil and water.
Thanks for the gentle push, Margo.
WWP 113: Weis Words
Weis Words?
Oh, Henry, Little Debbie cried eggs-citetly
Simply Orange in their life vests freshly
Squeezed from the sinking ship into
Lifesavors they went...
Iceberg! Lettuce be thankful we’re out of that pickle
Not quite the Titanic, but... when the Rubbermaid Kraft
Finally reached shore they could call Scott
To come and take them to Aunt Jemima’s and Uncle Ben’s Log Cabin
Once safe they could recuperate from their ordeal and enjoy a
Fancy Feast of La Bonne Vie brie, Acme Smoked Nova Salmon,
Swiss Premium Lemonade, anything but Ball Park Franks
and Bush’s Baked Beans...
(….and that’s as far as I went cookie, so ‘happy trail-mix to you ‘till we meat again...)
JP/davh
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/07/11/prompt-113-its-post-your-poems-day/
I really wasn’t sure what to do with this prompt...Addled brain inspired at 1am this morning came up with the above... So you can believe in low light, on scrap paper, pencil and no glasses - I came up with some light-hearted play. Weis is one of our local markets, Bold = name brand, regular is just items found in the supermarket, and or their advertised slogans, italics are my two cents worth - Enjoy.
Oh, Henry, Little Debbie cried eggs-citetly
Simply Orange in their life vests freshly
Squeezed from the sinking ship into
Lifesavors they went...
Iceberg! Lettuce be thankful we’re out of that pickle
Not quite the Titanic, but... when the Rubbermaid Kraft
Finally reached shore they could call Scott
To come and take them to Aunt Jemima’s and Uncle Ben’s Log Cabin
Once safe they could recuperate from their ordeal and enjoy a
Fancy Feast of La Bonne Vie brie, Acme Smoked Nova Salmon,
Swiss Premium Lemonade, anything but Ball Park Franks
and Bush’s Baked Beans...
(….and that’s as far as I went cookie, so ‘happy trail-mix to you ‘till we meat again...)
JP/davh
http://wewritepoems.wordpress.com/2012/07/11/prompt-113-its-post-your-poems-day/
I really wasn’t sure what to do with this prompt...Addled brain inspired at 1am this morning came up with the above... So you can believe in low light, on scrap paper, pencil and no glasses - I came up with some light-hearted play. Weis is one of our local markets, Bold = name brand, regular is just items found in the supermarket, and or their advertised slogans, italics are my two cents worth - Enjoy.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
SW 64 Wordle: Diamond in the Rough
#5 Series B
Diamond in the Rough
Mother only knew how to be one of the housewives
Subtracting her days in repetitive chores year in and year out
All the passing months, from one fall to another autumn
Figuring out how to liven meals with fresh fruit rind when available
Let those nobles think of ‘them’ as ignorant innocents
Offering forced gallantry when ‘spurn’ was their true gift
That slight sting would only add fuel to resistance
Anger managed into little balls of thought tossed into eternity
Mother would rock from the heels to the toes of her feet
Biding her time...perhaps she would think to stiffly iron
Those hoity under-drawers to see just how
Straight those men would stand - but the thought was enough
After all how bad could life be - one true husband
A new boy to call son... Johnny-boy a gift from the one who ran away
Still quite shy and after months of reassurances that he’d found a home
More heart than Men raised without mothers, this lad was hers to mold...
JP/davh
Process notes: Can be read by itself, but it is the 5th in Series B on the page listed Series A & B.
B is towards the bottom if you’d like to read the set...no obligation though. This is just where the words took me.
Sunday Whirl 64 :http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/07/08/wordle-64/
ignorant, spurn, eternity, drawers, balls, year, rind, sting, months, housewives, subtracting, fall
Diamond in the Rough
Mother only knew how to be one of the housewives
Subtracting her days in repetitive chores year in and year out
All the passing months, from one fall to another autumn
Figuring out how to liven meals with fresh fruit rind when available
Let those nobles think of ‘them’ as ignorant innocents
Offering forced gallantry when ‘spurn’ was their true gift
That slight sting would only add fuel to resistance
Anger managed into little balls of thought tossed into eternity
Mother would rock from the heels to the toes of her feet
Biding her time...perhaps she would think to stiffly iron
Those hoity under-drawers to see just how
Straight those men would stand - but the thought was enough
After all how bad could life be - one true husband
A new boy to call son... Johnny-boy a gift from the one who ran away
Still quite shy and after months of reassurances that he’d found a home
More heart than Men raised without mothers, this lad was hers to mold...
JP/davh
Process notes: Can be read by itself, but it is the 5th in Series B on the page listed Series A & B.
B is towards the bottom if you’d like to read the set...no obligation though. This is just where the words took me.
Sunday Whirl 64 :http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/07/08/wordle-64/
ignorant, spurn, eternity, drawers, balls, year, rind, sting, months, housewives, subtracting, fall
Friday, July 6, 2012
RM MM 22 : Where's the Coffee?
Where’s the Coffee?
They call it ‘Love’
No score - feet pounding on
Combustible dead grass or clay surfaces,
Paced action, backhand, forehand, I’m bottomed out
Slap me awake, that is what you’ll have to do
They’re sopping in sweat, like a samovar -
The large family size with enough hot water
For bathing a large family
A lace umbrella or a paper fan are not enough
of an accompaniment to relieve the baking sun -
I’d rather be hanging from a crag
You look askance in my direction, I wait for a riposte
You chide that I am an expatriate and should be
Happy with my tea in a china demitasse with matching saucer
I am not softened in the slightest, you may be a fan, but
Tennis is just not my game...
samovar, pounding, accompaniment, saucer, crag, combustible, paced,
bottomed, softened, backhand, bathing, slap, askance, riposte, sopping
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/07/02/monday-melting-week-22/
Process notes: I'm not an expatriate, but since I looked up that a Samovar in Russia can be a big tank or a tea pot...and tennis just came to mind...well that's how I made it fit.
They call it ‘Love’
No score - feet pounding on
Combustible dead grass or clay surfaces,
Paced action, backhand, forehand, I’m bottomed out
Slap me awake, that is what you’ll have to do
They’re sopping in sweat, like a samovar -
The large family size with enough hot water
For bathing a large family
A lace umbrella or a paper fan are not enough
of an accompaniment to relieve the baking sun -
I’d rather be hanging from a crag
You look askance in my direction, I wait for a riposte
You chide that I am an expatriate and should be
Happy with my tea in a china demitasse with matching saucer
I am not softened in the slightest, you may be a fan, but
Tennis is just not my game...
samovar, pounding, accompaniment, saucer, crag, combustible, paced,
bottomed, softened, backhand, bathing, slap, askance, riposte, sopping
http://rosemarymint.wordpress.com/2012/07/02/monday-melting-week-22/
Process notes: I'm not an expatriate, but since I looked up that a Samovar in Russia can be a big tank or a tea pot...and tennis just came to mind...well that's how I made it fit.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
WWP 112 tanka: July 4
July 4
stars and stripes waving
untold freedoms, honeyed roads
bitter lemons too
rainbow variety, life
take my hand so we can dance
JP/davh
We Write Poems Tanka Prompt
stars and stripes waving
untold freedoms, honeyed roads
bitter lemons too
rainbow variety, life
take my hand so we can dance
JP/davh
We Write Poems Tanka Prompt
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
WG TT (summertime list): paper
paper
that blank space
between the lines
on a ruled flat formed
substance, barely two dimentional
looking for life, becomes
the bed for ink
for thoughts often unspoken
perhaps red
perhaps blue
maybe written for some green
though many would just like to be read
before the night is done
and they are off to bed
to dream of the next pen to be found
any flat surface
to jot that bolt of inspired dreaming
to tame that unruliness
of muse that through
some labyrinth has lead
the poet without keys
to pace and search
for a peaceable kingdom
between lines ruled
now filled with poetry
space, no longer ‘blank’
JulesPaige/davh
http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2012/07/03/summertime-and-the-living-is-tuesday-tryouts/
Process notes: Perhaps and unconventional list? I tend to stick with what I am comfortable with - enjoy. I did have fun.
that blank space
between the lines
on a ruled flat formed
substance, barely two dimentional
looking for life, becomes
the bed for ink
for thoughts often unspoken
perhaps red
perhaps blue
maybe written for some green
though many would just like to be read
before the night is done
and they are off to bed
to dream of the next pen to be found
any flat surface
to jot that bolt of inspired dreaming
to tame that unruliness
of muse that through
some labyrinth has lead
the poet without keys
to pace and search
for a peaceable kingdom
between lines ruled
now filled with poetry
space, no longer ‘blank’
JulesPaige/davh
http://margoroby.wordpress.com/2012/07/03/summertime-and-the-living-is-tuesday-tryouts/
Process notes: Perhaps and unconventional list? I tend to stick with what I am comfortable with - enjoy. I did have fun.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
SW Wordle #63 Wedded Bliss?
Wedded Bliss?
Thin lips, taut skin
She stands, he sits
Next to each other
Barely touching
In a sepia snapshot
Poised in their gestures
As if this were utterly natural
This act, staged and set
The beginning of their lives...
To be sent to the framer
After being boxed -
For the next generation to ogle
The grand-daughter will choose
A point of honor for the grandparents
Behind protective glass
With their untold stories
Soon to be hanging
On a prominent wall
JP/davh
Process notes: If I knew how to add photos...it would help if I could find it. We did some renovations a while back and everything had to come off the walls. Safely packed away are several wedding photographs of grandparents, just waiting for another wall...
My Grandmother was his second wife, their third daughter was my mother. A rough estimate on the photo is late 1800’s early 1900’s.
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/07/01/wordle-63/
skin, lips, thin, snapshots, touch, other, act, hanging, gesture, stand, sent, utter
Thin lips, taut skin
She stands, he sits
Next to each other
Barely touching
In a sepia snapshot
Poised in their gestures
As if this were utterly natural
This act, staged and set
The beginning of their lives...
To be sent to the framer
After being boxed -
For the next generation to ogle
The grand-daughter will choose
A point of honor for the grandparents
Behind protective glass
With their untold stories
Soon to be hanging
On a prominent wall
JP/davh
Process notes: If I knew how to add photos...it would help if I could find it. We did some renovations a while back and everything had to come off the walls. Safely packed away are several wedding photographs of grandparents, just waiting for another wall...
My Grandmother was his second wife, their third daughter was my mother. A rough estimate on the photo is late 1800’s early 1900’s.
http://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/2012/07/01/wordle-63/
skin, lips, thin, snapshots, touch, other, act, hanging, gesture, stand, sent, utter
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