Falling like fever, flowing like fire, the feral flower of farm, the fragrant fir of forest, I give to you, my femme fatale.Nocturnal naughtiness, never not nor nevermore I name the naked noon, nigh of night, nude of naught, navigating nape to navel, a noose I neigh into the nines, neat nips neither nit nor nisi, those nourishing nouns not of nous, nay, novel nowhere nein my dear nubile Nox.
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Happy Birthday, my Dearest Sweetest Sunshine. :-)
Thank you, sweet heart. :-)
(Well, hey, you are just showing off now.;-D)
My goodness! This is like a theatrical performance, poetry in motion, brisk and lively and exciting, a hundred things happening at once like so it seems, a flash, the alliteration is like, explosive, one unfinished before the next begins, and so wonderfully indicative of your competence, your command of language. You are, and I know I say this all the time, and yet not enough, an amazingly talented writer. Awe-inspiring.
Just having fun. :-)
As always, your kind words are the cookies on my plate. :-)
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