Since I take up the quill each day
quantity can quash quality—
quarrelsome quips, quixotic quotas,
quirky quatrains…
Seeking what’s quintessential
I yet quaver, quail at the existential,
quake in the quagmire of truth—
little more than a quadrupling quidnunc.
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Excellent! 👍
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Thank you : )
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You’re most welcome ☺️
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Who knew there were so many Q words? Bravo, Catherin! 😁
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Thanks! The dictionary is my oyster now…I could mine z next
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I can’t wait to see what you write!
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Hm, there are less z words…
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I’ve had a crack at z and y now…look out for those in future days. Thanks for your continuing encouragement Nolcha Fox ❤
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