Pearls of wisdom may begin their journey in a bed of culch of the coast, but, then—Who knows?—, they might also develop twixt the words and sheets paging for pensive passion from their most brilliant host. ; )

Doggie did paws upon the path of life to smell the flowers along the way, but when field’s cantatrice perked both ears and eyes by refraining “…do, a deer…”, doggo knew not even a squadron of squirrels could turn arvo’s aria into a more resplendent day. ; )

Carpe diem, carp, amongst each kissing bubble—‘fore eve’s fishy figures—coy-coons, pad-foots, and rue-mews—seek a drink from your sink with laps of tongue-tipped trouble. ; )

Of course, the regret the egret felt after wading into wildest waters did wane after a glimpse of nymphs exploring the effervescence splashing as anaglyphs amid broadcasting bubble-bursts fated feet deftly to bill’s will. ; )

“Oh, yes, some claim I am a quack for using a pantograph to trace tyke trios for facsimile funds, but the bucks speak for themselves: photographs most often make way for the demand of paintings that pass for click-snapped ducks. ; )