Alliteration Exercise
When the whistling winter weather
freezes flora, fur and feather,
huddled hares hide in the heather,
languish lean and lined like leather.
Hear the howling hounds of Hell,
bloated banshees bearing bells,
sense the sickness in the cells,
silent serpent spitting spells.
Doom and darkness, dreams of death,
blushing brides with bated breath,
crazy crackheads cooking meth,
silent souls succumb to stress.
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