How I wish I trekked the town, The days I danced like a clown! Always trying to jazz around, From outside you felt I was dawdling along, Happily I gave myself passive assent, Today physically I'm stuck, perplexed, and still my mind goes off to gallivant! (46 words)
Author’s Note:
This was written in response to the Sammi Coxโs Weekend Writing Prompt #162. The challenge was to write a poem or piece of prose using the word โGallivantโ (or any of its forms) in exactly 46 words. Thank you, Sammi for hosting this challenge. ๐

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amazing work
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Thank you so much Nancy ๐
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this felt so good to read
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Happy you liked it ๐
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Beautiful โค๏ธ
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Glad you liked it๐
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Great take !
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Thanks ๐๐
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