
Peripheral perilous perspectives,
Pacing past passengers pain,
Pulling pompous playtime,
Paralleling placid parades.
Pause
Performing peremptory plague,
Possessed powerful praise,
Prompting profitable prejudice,
Per puerile paper planes.
pause
Pivoting punctuality plenty,
Packing panic penalty pass,
Pendulously passported,
Pertained parlous plenty'd path.
Pause
Parenting programmed parliament,
Persistence partly pertains,
Procedural performance permeated,
Persistent punishment persuade.
pause
Picture performative proponent,
Planting pity pleasantly,
Preferred poison pretty,
Policing petulance pliability.
pause
Petty preservation propaganda,
Prescribed pretend president,
Prosecuting privy prisoners,
Promoting plea party present.
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Platformed pumped platitude,
Pocketing passionate poetry,
Pleasure plotted people,
Praying Princes pourboire plenty.
pause
Pivot, purify perspective!!
Posture pull positively,
Pessimist please pacify,
Perseverance perspicaciously!
pause
Pamper pain-less Paramount,
Pardon parasitic puss,
Preserve palatial paradise,
Philanthropy paragon plus.
pause
Patiently poised peacekeepers,
Pioneering pellucid pious,
Pearlescent perks perception,
Pinnacled percipient piety primus.
pause
Pizzazz pledged phenomenally,
Picturesque polished perceptible,
Perfection peaked peacefully,
Participative plenteous parable.
pause
Praiseworthy publications,
Preaching prayer poeticized,
Pragmatic precognition,
Prestige principles privatized.
pause
Peripheral pulchritudinous perspectives,
Punctuating palpable patience,
Practicing petite politeness,
Preserving prolific polarizations.
pause periphery - protean peroration.

Thank you for taking the time to read and support my entry for the current Tautogram Contest. It has been my first time dictating a tautogram, yet most fun challenge to date! Paragraphs playful pursuit!
Sending much love. I appreciate you dearly.
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Veronica
I am the moss silken on watered stones, rooted deep in rich soil. Earthen creature, I am the night sky -starry and strayed from the forgotten path of poets - I am, the chatter from the iron rails rattling as the train carries itself home.
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