Practicing phrasings:
The crape myrtles cluster together like ladies at a luncheon, their carefully coiffed hair set off by the veins of their elegant necks.
The brown bunny in the backyard munches on clover, unacquainted with jelly beans and Easter chocolate.
The dog lopes along the lane, straining the limits of his long leash.
The beavers dam the creek so much that heavy rains flood the road.
The woodpecker’s elongated beak seeks the big seeds, scattering the tiny ones for small fry.
The squirrels chatter at the cat as if he had stolen their tails.
The deer dash into the forest, the white of their abrupt tails evaporating in the fog.
The narcissus sprouts in spring the way seasoned lovers savor a secret kiss.
Rows of lyriope border the wide driveway, not unlike the arch of oak trees that line the entry to Southern plantations.
Myriads of maples make suburbia attractive to sappy treehuggers.
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