Toodles, sitooterie. Shine has broken break and is now beckoning a promenade with me.
Reciprocating shone way with shined shoes helloes the day as well as provides togas and stolas their weekly adieus.
Will congelations of locks wet and Jell-O set survive the warmthful walk to lunch’s spot?
Altruistic ambler of parallel alley steps from shadows into lit line, where he offers brush, straw, and brilliant advice: Walk in the light, look to the right, leave left never bereft, and life lived will ever suffice. ; )