Drawing a blank and I missed yesterday so I'm going back to my handy dandy writing prompt.
I've never been a poet, but I think even I can pull this one off.
A cinquain poem... a five line poem that doesn't rhyme.
Books.
Sad. Entertaining.
Transporting. Distracting. Connecting.
They're my happy place.
Refuge.
And that, my friends, was harder than you think.
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