How it Happened

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Just in case you don’t notice, and to humour my own vanity: There’s a certain play with the consonant sounds in the words in the first three lines. I don’t know what it’s called.

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Bike seats and sweat beads,
Jingles and gadgets,
Coffees and freakouts,
They know but you don’t:
Baby I’m in love.

KISHORE KUMAR

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