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wotd: bedizen

bedizen \bih-DY-zuhn\, transitive verb:
To dress or adorn in gaudy manner.
I've never heeard this word before but I love it. It's a fancy bedazzle, as if bedazzle needs to be fancified. When I heard this word my first thought was Joe Biden. I tried to think of a quick limerick or collage, to do with Obama and Biden bedizened a la Elton John as Captain Fantastic or David Bowie as Ziggy Stardust, but nothing came easily. In my current projects I bedizen simple wooden crosses with bright paint, decoupage bottle caps, and glass pebbles pasted over fanciful designs. I'm all over bedizen, even if Obama and Biden aren't.

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