The Phylodendron speaks to the ease of the chalice of the monarchy in a sublime retrospect that enhances the rain drops’ certainty in celebration of a clover treatise.
Under cuttings in vases of the informed rationale, those whose senses rely on quips from quotations that resolve institutions rational, a quiver, green nutmeg brown twisting crawling vine of despotic regalia, demure, unchallenged by neglect.
A society of reflection disposed of treason to the unyielding foray of butterfly whims and Toucan rhapsodies.- Sinz