Little Lesson
a tautogram about keeping it spicy
Limp, lackadaisical lexicon
Leaves love languishing.
Lustful language livens
Like lemonade lips!
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Nora Novak
I'm all over the place. But that's my charm, n'est-ce pas?
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Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 7 days ago in Fiction
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Oooh, lemondade lips. Luscious!