“Words, words,
words.”
— Hamlet (2.2)
List #5: (i) dwindle, (j) wistful
I felt my hopes then dwindle, for
The sky was dark—a twister there?
I’d hoped to have a day more fair
To celebrate my new pet bear.
A wistful silence fills my heart
As I recall that fateful day.
The days my hopes all went away—
That day my bear tore me apart.
(And there was a tornado.)
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