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The RED Taste of Words - Alliteration
R
Grating teeth, my dander rising up
With red and angry swirling breath
Growls and snarls to right a wrong
My fury knows no boundary
E
I’m green with envy at your feat
Lean and mean your verses seem
You preen - sweet deeds meet
I keen - defeat will keep
D
Dare I dive in, dip and dibble
Dainty prose comes out as drivel
A daunting task, a devilish drill
At my desk I dictate - then discard
Just for the fun of it :-)
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