usually, or perhaps generally, i am not all that good at games, look you see. mostly i would only play such for the fun of it, look you see, lacking any ambition, intention or desperation to "win". not all would agree or go along with this approach, but there you go.
what is infuriating (or annoying), for me at least, is when the game is so heavily stacked against you there's precisely zero (0) chance of "winning". or competing, for that matter. such happened to me (at time of writing) about a month ago with one of them New York Times games. observe, if you will.
yes, it's that blue one on the "connections" game. as in words "said" to have no exact rhymes. well, off the top of my head, three (3) do. you shall have to either indulge or forgive me here, for, as i have pointed out before, i am an english literature student (two degrees, actually), not a homosexual. poetry is not a strong point then, but......
as the diary turns i exhale in exile a sad harumph
in solitude, still, for yet one more month
my throat scorched, i reach for a lozenge
surprisingly shaded a sandy orange
i stand wistfully, forever outside a circle
gazing at a sky enflamed, all purple
no, probably not my best efforts. if i did put some effort in (or just gone done a google) i may well have found a rhyme for silver, but still, how can i guess an answer that is incorrect?
be excellent to each other!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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