Neither haze nor height shall spite the sparrow twixt dusk and dawn, perched to pounce on each early cue and guttle riz creeps of the lawn.

Constantly counting opals in Constantinople, the logothete could not log the feat of calculation, so, to appease the clock, he passed the dock to his pensive peacock, who assigned to each feather a gem they could tether—and that is why to weather yourself as a go-getter rather than a you-letter is always quite better. ; )

That jingle has always hoked the number of geese necessary to lay out a gaggle of creative honkery; it is seven, not six. ; )

The painting was a belter, but so was her bun, so I tapped her shoulder for a greet and her face was a belter too, which turned my butterflies, as well, into belters of hope that we might frame ourselves into a fantastically fortuitous friendship of fate. ; )

Monoliths many present a door through which other side’s coaxation beckons welcoming to this side’s silence but for crickets—and myself.