Poem
The car is fast
Whoosh
You are already in last
As you make a move
the breaks boom
the screeching skidding of the tires on the asphalt
Slam
The cardinal colored car crashes into the wall..
not so fast
The car had no chance of surviving that crash
Dead last.
- Alliteration
- Sibilance
- Onomatopoeia
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