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Assumptions and Alliteration

That grizzled tough guy
leather cap
battered Harley jacket
scuffed work boots?
Turns out, he makes
snickerdoodle cookies for a living—
French bread, apple pies, pink
frosted cupcakes too. With sprinkles.
Doesn’t this constant unlikeliness
make you leap out of bed each day?
Life keeps itself lively and full of
alliterative amusement for us all
like today, the day we met
that biker baker

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