Regarding the story of bun and pup,

Time turned tocks until they did each grow up,

So no longer does a yard’s carnation

Worry about pair’s bioturbation

As mixes, now, are a social ado—

Where peeps chirp twixt friends fancifully new. ; )

Then, a Canuck with a buck visiting my milieu

Offered a penny for some thoughts re window’s mew view.

I remarked it as curious in only one way,

So a loonie into my hand new friend did relay—

Affirming I was no loony of the mental box,

Which more often than not *is* littered with rubish rocks. ; )

Hubby accessed the manway in his attempt to impress as he addressed what needed to be assessed with his degree of smart.

Kiddos chalked up their buckets of charm all over the driveway after we returned with ice-cream-before-dinner from the food mart.

Mum around the house found every which way to give daily tasks her dose of generational experience in each head start.

But, while each of those dears is ever held dear, a family of near deer gifts a uniquely ‘endeering’ upsway to the heart. ; )

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Victoria’s Shameful Secret: Demand an Urgent Inquiry into the Koala Tragedy

Naturally, she was suspicious of the proposal happening at our spot, on our day and I, of course, would not disappoint—well, except for uncertainty regarding the one wish I had not yet shared and which would soon be in the open: instead of a traditional tux, I would wear my grandfather’s blazer of brilliant brocatel—pretty much a technicolour dreamcoat—as a tribute to how she had both textured and coloured my life for the better. Hope still held that she would approve both asks, but it would be okay if she wanted to sit on them for a while—because I knew she always sought me when she needed company or a smile. ; )