Greed’s gravity grips Gertie.
Gertie gutsily gawks…
guiltlessly— Gertie gravitates.
Green-eyed, gluttonously grazing grass growing,
Gertie gorges gratefully..
glorious gratification.
Gates gone...gone governance.
Grit gave generously.
Grubbing gallantly, Gertie got grazed!
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Natalie Stover
I’m a mother of 5, wife and teacher. I love creating conversations with words. I believe words are powerful things that can inspire action. If you can’t “do”, you can still create action with your words!
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A really enjoyable read, and well-structured! Great job!