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poem written as assignment in an online poetry class
Disclaimer: This poem is intended to be humorous...no ill intent or pointing fingers at anyone's poetic style I am ink~ itchy ideas, insisting every phrase feels plush, stuffed with swirling, shimmering syllables. My poem puffs up like a preening peacock of consonants, a silly, spiraling storm of sounds stampeding across the page in showy shoes, tripping over their own tangled tresses turning simple thoughts into sonic fireworks, I still scribble on, a stubborn servant of sumptuous speech, savoring each soft, spiraled sparkle even though the poem pleads for peace from my persistent, passionate, perilously plentiful alliteration.
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