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Because I have nothing better to do...an archival writing exercise
please, play along and post your alliteration exercises in the comment section...
Wee Willie Waylon
Wee Willie Waylon walked way out west, wondering why he was wearing his worn Westminsters. Whistling wildly to Dust in the Wind, he walked and walked for hours, weaving the winding road.
Wanda wailed from the woods, jumping out from a walnut Wigwam. “What do you want, wee Willie, and to where are you walking?”
“Why Wanda, you wicked wench, I’m here to wed you.”
Not at all wistful, Wanda whooped and waved a washcloth over her head.
Willie and Wanda wed in front of a white wisteria wall the following Wednesday.
Wee Willie Waylon walked way out west, wondering why he was wearing his worn Westminsters. Whistling wildly to Dust in the Wind, he walked and walked for hours, weaving the winding road.
Wanda wailed from the woods, jumping out from a walnut Wigwam. “What do you want, wee Willie, and to where are you walking?”
“Why Wanda, you wicked wench, I’m here to wed you.”
Not at all wistful, Wanda whooped and waved a washcloth over her head.
Willie and Wanda wed in front of a white wisteria wall the following Wednesday.
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