“Sniff, sniff. Is that a floral bouquet or a logogriph?”

Sans a sunny state, I am indebted.

Without a paused thought, I go with you.

After Elton’s duet partner, virginity is lost.

Before the engagement vow, birth and growth occur.

“Oh! I see you are neither OWER, FLOW, DEFLOWER, nor FLOWERING; you are FLOWER and your aroma is pleasantly piquant.”

“Is it, now, time for some repartee?”

Sure, bud.

“That is not my name.”

Arose is a Rose?

“I suppose.”

Nice to meet you, Pinky.

“Well, pack, man, on this profundity.”

“Easily believed is pleroma residing in the heavenly hues of blooms, but truth requires it as well live within kin of an incult kind for divine light fears no dark–it seeks such shadowy places for there is where it is most needed and appreciated.” : )