Soundful Rousing of a Rooster’s Vocal Wavelengths and the Dove Soap

Diluted Dials of radicals’ radiance upon such as certain precepts—dispensed Soda-Pops and alternating ones white socks, left to right and pulled up so tight—from the stirrups, with hiccups double-B’s to wash and squeeze—alongside the breeze and Febreze, so surely Almighty I take the waiter’s tick-tacks of the utmost and liberal slayers padded pancakes of Skippy and Jeff with whipped cream and chocolate, taken the Tokens, what of?  Oh the “Dove” Justine’s washed face clear ’n’ clean of pimples as with zero blemishes, and I a hero, brandishing her sticky bits of them 2 pink lemonade sips, prudently putting on Chapstick when I would likely smudge her facial features, chatty "Chanel" please, when she was parting a-ways as per her parents iffy jiffy Jeffrey of me... drinking suds at midnight solstice with $20’s and tons of roses, for her Mom, well usually, yeah me, bringing her a rose or a dozen or six-pence something something, you get nothing but a swift kick in the Passengers Seat, Justine, eat your and my... meat, berated, tats inflated to tickle a picked pen or pencil, as per “my roses in prose”, and in an Amateur sort-of-way

All I want to do is it, this, and all I want—all me wants—is you! 💖