Alliteration
What are words, but weary waves of wisdom, wandering a wild world, wishing writs of worship upon the willing watchers. Has happiness hopped hither, hoping for a home? An arbitrary assumption about association at its activation, assuredly. Total titillation together is tragically too tantalizing to be true.
Speaking sincerely, you do not stand to suppose that songs are simply sung spontaneously?
Under ulterior ululations, understanding is ultimately unearthed. Perhaps precious powers of persuasion are professed, so please peruse this poem?
Speaking sincerely, you do not stand to suppose that songs are simply sung spontaneously?
Under ulterior ululations, understanding is ultimately unearthed. Perhaps precious powers of persuasion are professed, so please peruse this poem?