All Aurora's aromas aroused allergic allegations.
Bold Beatrice bluffed between breaths.
Cat called cautiously, creating captive crowds.
Demure Daisy dreamed dark dreary dreams.
Exotic effervescent elixir elated Elliot.
Fellow Frank faithfully followed furiously fast.
Georgie got grand grace going green.
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Ohh, this is some top-tier tongue-twisting magic! Lol
Howie huffed her, his hurking hunger 🤣 Loved your alliteration poem!!
Nice one!
Funny full-figured flights of fancy!
Excellent one
Jesse just juggled jargon joyfully.😊