At a century, as a rigid barrow-tram, will many complain twixt bouts of regretful recounts, so, at a quarter past three, as a pliant lass, albeit teemed with sassy class, this one begins forming self’s joy as a rainbow me.

While he gets down and dirty with cramming, I will get down with a retro record of ‘dirty’ dance tunes—leaving us both both edaphic and erudite.

Cassie, like cassonade, was both unrefined and sweet, traits that starry wishes had finally granted in the form of a lady who collided into a complement in a way that was never meant to be only dreamed.

Coming…

Maybe…

Bucking the trend of engaging with eristic egoists eases the edge and is never an error even though one may be left exploring environments stag.