Wordleing for Sunday Whirl

Oh what a shattering sound,
When the looking glass broke on the tiles!
My lands! How clumsy I was, whilst,
Sitting on the settle gazing at the sky.

‘Oh my!’ I’d cry: ‘My dreams are rent!
My luck spent – vanished – axed!
For seven years at least…’
In un-named fear I’d shake.

I’d listen to enchantments
To good fortune spells, I’m sure,
If I were just a believer,
But here’s the rub, I’m not!

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Wordle created from a poem written by Sherman Alexie: Little Big Man by Sunday Whirl