words from wordle 1,860
Tyler C 3/6
ARISE meet the day
Lean into the IRONY
We ORBIT the sun
Debbie Wilson 3/6
Hands that TRIED for years
The FRUIT that never ripened
Memories ORBIT
Hand that TRIED to grab
A slip- FRUIT falls and scatters
Stars ORBIT my head
B-lu 3/6
That remark is CRUDE
Your speech is one that SOARS high
You win the LORRY
Diana Marie 4/6
TASTE of homemade pie…
LIGHT, flaky crust. INPUT code.
ORBIT moon again
auntie jj 4/6
FREAK discovery
not GRIST for earthlings’ DROIT
different star ORBIT
Mark 4/6
On the GLIDE path now
TRAIN brain, make life FRUIT forward
In the zen ORBIT
Mick 2/6
Lone frond swells with scoop
“Weather in transit ORBIT …
BRACE for winter blues!”