A ragman was dozing in the stormproof pergola where he was trying to write a love song. He woke up from his nap, which was nothing more than a catnap, with a jolt when a band marched past with loud, boisterous oompahs. He concentrated again on the criterions pretty enough for the WIDOW whom he wanted to serenade. Oh! His achy breaky heart! He could not find an anagram for widow.
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I know this week’s was tough so very well done!
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