Worn Weeping Willows
woefully weather
wayward
whistling winds,
while weary warriors
wander westward,
whispering whimsically,
wondering
when whipping winds
will wane,
warming whittled,
withered wills.
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Isaiah 40:8
“The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God stands forever.”
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Whoa, that was quite unique!
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😊 Thank you 😃 Wait! Wonderful Wookies wander without worry!
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whoa… well written, woefully wanting..
and willingly waspish
what? wonderfully whipped writing!
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Whimsically whispered, “whoa”… Why worry when wakefulness wanes without wonder? 😊
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You were in love with the ‘W’s when you wrote this whimsical work of wondering about wanderings!xx
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Sometimes “W’s” really Rock! 😃
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Weeeee! 😀
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Wait! Weebles wilt Wookiees! Well, we’ll wait wistfully while Weebles wilt Wookiees with whistling whips wanting work. Well…
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Well… ??? Well!!!
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Whata wonder woman.
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Weeeee, whipping W’s!
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Amen. ❤🙏🏾
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WOW!
Well-Done!
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Thank you 🌹
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Good W alliterations! There’s a windy feel that makes me long for fall and yet I also long for something more than thing that whitter…
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Yeah!
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✝️✝️✝️
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Thank you!
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