As Lucy licked the leaf, her pre-nom nuance netted a nod to nominalism, noting that neither her nectar nor Nicky’s nice ice shared semantic synchronicity to a belief that ‘sticked’. ; )

Meow, regarding that knitting yarn needling my fancy as you teeter-totter, I desire its end…in muzzle…taut with fun lot—a la cat’s nip-ship’s snotter. ; )

Searching for connection ever leads to you, the treasured compass point of companionship reached via surviving seas of sciagraphy rounding capes of clarity—courses by which hope handily holds love afloat. ; )

Fated both fancy-sick and sickening to anyone’s fancy, swevens ever limn the same scene: catatonic stare over waves goodbye—never waves hello—and weathered stones stacked of self upon soul upon seat. ; )

Oh, give me a break! I just finished calculating how much timber your woodchuck pal could discard and, now, I have been solicited to draft an ogive depicting your seasonal consumption of legumes. This is nuts! ; )