The Sunday Whirl

Wordle 398

The chatter in the room fell silent

As the patrons were held on the point

Of the gun and ordered to hand their valuables

Or lose their lives and comply they did

Letting the fear govern their actions

The door opened with a chime to let in

The sheriff who could smell the fear

Hovering in the air, holding the people captive

Now was the time to act, he thought to himself

A shot rings out, catching the robber by surprise

“You are way out of line pal, so do you want

To surrender or I should take you by force”

The sheriff asked the criminal, sternly

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Wordle 398



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