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Ready to brave the lighted hall
He is cloaked in the darkest robe
Secretly hiding the treasure he holds
Carefully clutching, the tiny glass globe
Shimmering liquid, the color of green
Reflects off the tiles, straight ahead
Hoping he makes it past, this way
He fears now, where he must tread
Getting caught would be his undoing
They’d surely give him the noose
Footsteps echo, seems he’s been caught
All for the taste of Chartreuse
Writing Prompt – Shimmers of Chartreuse – Day 1/31 (took yesterday off so playing catch up)
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nice. Im off to the shops in a bit and hoping they have some.
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Hope you found it, and had one for me, too 😉
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He should have joined me for happy hour at the bar. That’s where I had as much chartreuse as I wanted!
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*hic* me too 😉
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😊
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Great start!
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Oh sure, getting caught on day one LOL Kind of like a DUI for a monk LOL
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Lol… 😉
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A noise for a taste of chartreuse. was it worth it I wonder? Great poem Dorinda 😃💛
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Thanks, Walt! It’s always worth it 😉 ❤
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