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Build A Story continues this week and what do you know, our story in verse has grown by four lines. Give us a read and add your own line or two or three or maybe even four. Begin your rhyming legacy today!
As always thanks for reading and thanks for playing. Here’s what we have so far.
The old man who smelled of memory loss leaned in
He said “Pull my finger” then grinned
It felt cold and omniscient as a skeleton key
And once tugged a door did fall open before me.
The past lay before me, all musty and grim.
My hope for some cheer grew depressingly slim.
I first saw my teacher, from elementary school,
Who said I was foolish, as well as a fool.
