That makes sense, Michael, but for me the combo of trochees and feminine rhymes has magical associations ("double double, toil and trouble"). I still say "Fly, all fletched with freezing feathers" is too hard to pronounce, but mostly I just love the way Kevin uses alliteration so fearlessly. Damn the torpedoes, let the future float like feathers! And if snow ever made the sound of a letter as it hit the window, it would be f or s. Fine Stuff.
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