A Through Z
A mind so small
But it holds it all
Could be a ball
Don’t you dare
Ease the
Fall
Gaze down the
Hall
Inform the
Judge that
Knuckles are hitting the concrete
Loud
More than two or four
No one knows the number for sure
Open the door
Palliative measures must be taken for
Quantitative pain, that is coming down just like
Rain, rain, rain
Sizzles as the same sound of a
Train
Unadulterated
Vociferous
Whistle
Xeroxes pages white and
Yellow. The
Zigzags of life’s travels
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