This one's a doozy today--a Tyburn Poem--and I don't have much time as my writer's group is meeting at my house soon. So go here to figure this out if you care about such things. Here's the blasted Tyburn poem:
CLOUDS
Drifting
Wisping
Bulging
Leaking
Blown before wind, drifting wisping gobs
Tower over, bulging leaking blobs
©2021 by H. Linn Murphy
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