Rough Draft

Dog breath.
Guardian angel.
Predictable as love in the morning.
Milkshake in the hands.
Alien spore.
Four-leaf clovers.
Branch floats in mud puddle.

She wants the thread to follow a pattern.
Unpredictable cadences are dissonant to her sense of order.
Therefore, we shall proceed with systematic discourse:

Give the man a dentabone.
Put him in the closet with floss.

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