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Her heart hurt hard, hurled in hurried high hopes,
Harried hastily haunted by horrid hallucinations,
Hence her hatred of horrendous hideous hordes,
Hiding halfheartedly, heightening her hesitation.
Published 24th Oct 2020
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- Edited 1st Jan 2022 9:45pm
24th Oct 2020 11:52am
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26th Oct 2020 1:59am
Thank you rew. These tongue twisters sometimes present a challenge getting some flow.
24th Oct 2020 2:48pm
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24th Oct 2020 3:37pm
26th Oct 2020 2:02am
I always like to add a little bit of that factor in there somewhere this time of year.
24th Oct 2020 8:27pm
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