I say - O No I don't want snow!
And once more the Scluptor's hand
Has made of my back yard
Something grand
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The little man with glorious beard
Swept the room with broom quite weird
His broom: its ends were both the same
He swept the room and groomed his beard.
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The raven was not a person of prolixity
In fact a word sleuth would be in a fixidy
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four score and more of that i'am shour i speak okie)
Sibilant Sounds
Sibilant sounds? - Zebras pound,
Cross the chasms of a Savannah.
Camels slide in their bumpy glide
Cross sandy-seas of Sahara
A slalom on the Sahara? Shivers not!
Surfing this curl fry's the fool.
Shorn of sand, the salty seas
Sting sailors striding the deep.
Showers shell the downy dells
Denuded of the sun.
Sinuous serpents churn as searing suns
Smack stretches of the desert.
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The corn whispers
Shirring shattering scurrying skittering the corn talks,
It's a harsh talk when its dry, a soft talk when it's green,
A dry crisp sound, when the moistures down,
A softer sound when it's green.
Dry withered corn whispers a mournful sigh