Whilst a knobkierie might fit the bill if I were across from Amazonia with intent to kill, I—knock on wood—pref both peaced discourse and diplomatic speak prismatically pecked from yin-yang beak. ; )

Peter’s philosopheme per passion proclaims patience picks pecks provided profoundly, preferentially, perfectly proximous. ; )

Sparks of amadou

Warmed icy milieu

Until sun shone through

Snowflake residue—

Presenting a view,

Refreshing in new,

Reflecting on blue,

Reshaping too true. ; )

It was her joy—that whenever her beau was ready to place a ballad of pibroch upon the morning breeze, she would simultaneously release dandelion pappi—and watch the frolicking flair spread in sync with pipe’s puissant air. ; )

Alice had felt averse to pursuing new paths for longer than she cared to admit to herself; she felt sure she carried too much baggage—fetters to any attempts at advancement. But, through reflection, she realized that benefitting change could happen if she up-held herself rather than totes of moats, so, with an adjusted attitude assisted by andragogy, she amended her attributed appearance from accidental achiever to apt adult. ; )