Oh, tinseled tree that I must climb, wrath upon you is a prerogative.

Pressureless pause before Klaus’s kymograph draws—when time ticks over to sharpen claws.

Mew shredded sparklies in which I will bathe: kitty glitter a la festive. ; )

If you can fawn over fine, then you have made yourself a serendipper by choosing to toe as a sorrow nipper. ; )

After they were racked, she missed the cue. It was a wash. A gliff at the curious quarters led to T missing the line. So, she pooled her money for a top-up. ; )

No more,

Lushes and bar: doggery.

Instead,

Lush sandbar: saw her me. ; )

Raft of ducks wake the morning with quacks of faburden during their swim—for harmony via melodic milieu sounds hope for ears to limn. ; )