Then, there was the pleonasm about the chasm:

Between the arch’s top and the water’s wet blew wind through the empty hole met.

And, there was the ditty about the fuzzy cliffs afar the city:

Some farmtowns have a barn and silo.

Others have weather vane and hen house.

Farmtowns come in all shapes and sizes.

Here lie rocks and grass of Farmer Mouse.

As well, the complaint regarding denizens that ain’t:

Where are the trees for the alighting of knees of furciferous bees if you please?

Finally, the statement about the water’s placement:

Ripples felicitate the strength of seaside stone by calmly back-patting structures with merry plip-plops known. ; )

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