By Philip
I practice my words with attention to
detail. To think of words is to learn the meaning of a delicious thought. I
cook up savory phrases to pack in flavor to my ideas. I hunger for
scrumptious morsels of vocabulary. I catch fresh words every day. I sauté words
heard from conversation, TV, and songs. They get tasty being seasoned with my
outstanding imagination and spices from my stored up words. Pop music
satisfies cravings for each kid by having beats to move our bodies’ pent up
energy. Words dance in radiant motion when accompanied to music. Beats of music
ease my mind.
I know a lot of words. I hear
conversations well. I hear the news. I hear TV at home. I savor new words I hear.
I chew on them to make sense of them. I love daily eating to possess meaningful
words. Devouring academics and books read to me manages my hunger for
words. You eat lots of food to produce energy. I eat words and devour ideas to write
my careful essays. I relish telling my thoughts. Many people address the moment
ascertaining what is going on around them. I address each each word heard. I
dare to make sense of the situation by what i hear. Each time I hear
new words, I make sense of it by understanding the motive. I easily pick up new
words by amplifying my hearing towards words. It takes effort to block out
other sounds like TV and other sounds but it is easier than before. I notice
voices best because I mean to be a part of the conversation and the world. I
dare to make my voice heard now. I serve up my message with really
appetizing words to make sure you come back for more.
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