Not Your Every Day Junk Drawer

Giant leopard moth on my shed this morning.

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Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
'Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind
 
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Everyone with 20 or more posts in the 'What's crossing your mind' thread dumped into a Wordle unless it truncated the list

Here's one I just made made from pasting in a couple paragraphs from a random Lit story . . . .

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Really cool!
 
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