Deer-Dear, filial feuds for fondness fawning has me, to be honest, in a state of ever-yawning.

Then, there is Santa and his daily antifogmatic to drink before queuing up us by the awning.

As well, antlers truncated seem a bit alogical as a calling point, so we just accept that which the herd does anoint.

We need an escape from life’s usuals in the form of swevens a la hibernate—where lake sips are effervescent and sky starts are aureate. ; )

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