Poetry
Third Wordle War
Third Wordle War In the quiet hush of morning light, When solvers sip their tea and bite, A rumble stirs beneath the grid, Where five‑letter foes in silence hid. The First Wordle War
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On quiet mornings when the mist clings to the water’s glassy skin, the canal sighs beneath a low‑sky, a silver thread through town and field. Narrowboats drift, their paint a faded hue, reds
Read more →West Bromwich Albion
At the Hawthorns, where the rivers meet, The Baggies stride in navy‑blue and white, Their hearts beat steady to the town’s own beat, A chorus rises from the faithful’s sight. From Fred’s
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Coleraine, where the Bann’s calm waters sigh, Stone‑bridge arches span the old town’s eye. Morning mist drapes the hills in soft, green hue, While market stalls hum with Ulster’s true hue. From ancient abbey
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Exeter City, pride of the Devon hills, In crimson and white they chase the thrill. St James’ Park echoes with loyal song, Where Grecians march, both brave and strong. From the Exe’s gentle flow to
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