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Maybe I'm A Maze



Never before had Tom felt so bewildered. If you had have asked him how so he would have told you he must have just won the lottery on convolution. Moments ago he'd entered this 200 acre corn field and immediately found himself in six and seven foot entanglements. They were a hodgepodge - no wait - an imbroglio of such intricacy he was directionless.

He looked this way and that but had no idea which way to go in this jungle of ears of corn. And the knots of stalks blocked out the sun as he meandered through the meshy morass of the maze's muddle of roots. He had to be careful not to trip as he navigated the perplexing network.

It was quite the quandary. A giant path full of snarls and tangles full of uncertainty at every twist. An ever winding web, a puzzling skein, indeed - even dare he say it - a miserable miscellany of long and winding roads.

When all was said and done and Tom finally stumbled from the corn field he was truly amazed.

The Studio30+ prompt this week was labyrinth/maze and I think I've managed to use every synonym for maze that exists. Corny, eh?



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