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Now you've gone and made me feel guilty for eating nuts! You've gotten the alliteration thing good here, and the surprise ending makes the poem linger in our minds. Also, the beat is irregular but not awkward - in fact, exciting in several places: "Up in adoring ecstasy", and "brown capped acorns" for ex. I don't know what sparked this, but whatever it is, follow it again. Alcuin
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