SUGAR and flour dusting apron and countertop alike, the
ELDER baker and her sous-chef granddaughter finished the cupcakes, having
KNEED the oven door the rest of the way closed. From the kitchen
AROSE the aroma of love and memories.
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You made KNEED work effortlessly within the larger scene created by SUGAR and ELDER and AROSE. If someone were to ask me what constitutes, on average, a very good Quordle poem, one of the attributes I’d point to is somehow getting the words to support a coherent whole. There are other good modes, but this is the “majority” good mode, imo.