Rose’s feijoada sated his hunger.

Rose as arbitrary kindness warmed his heart.

Rose’s antical engagement for shadows foreshadowed love.

Rose, affectuously attended, allotted amore. ; )

Subsong of yonder cloud, how did your creator reach so high in the sky?

Poofle of the periphery, is thunder what happens when you woofle your fluffed stuff?

Marshmallow of moisture, what is the wherewithal that waves you across sea of blue?

Pillow above peaks, when playing with the drowsy, how do you manage dreams from bed heads frowzy? ; )

Cutie’s constative compliment received merited cheer ear to ear.

Winning hide-seek game after hours in garderobe felt finely freeing.

Coronach’s conclusion elicited tears, under which warmthful memories fell.

When embarrassed on the inside, outside projects confident, composed charisma. ; )

Away from greenless barchan sits a daisied pour-can.

Blossoms, both still and silent, out-drown horrisonous clamour from the horizon.

With each stem marked for trade, will peace be generalised rather than turned toward genericide?

Of utmost priority is the balancing of harmony—when feelings and steelings stand with—not at rift. ; )

Could these be tracks of a jaculatory jackalope sprinting from a threat?

Gyaff suggests printed line was purposed singular not as gaffe, but as number noodler.

Could these be tracks of a sneaky fox with a penchant for oenology?

Parable plays it plausible that tiptoer shrewd will, in lesson’s end, be spotted for booed. ; )