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· Sep 23
10.September.25
Only a season ago, penned denizens would rise to the same sight that wakes current eyes, but, now, in their stead, lies a field of ice—gracing rather than grazing the dead. As their shepherd—filled with brew and fed by flitch—stands warmthfully welcomed to the day, pointed pang pulls memories, leading to lonesome’s profound-yet-fleeting wish: one more squeal in lieu of morning’s meal. ; )
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Peteroo
@peteroo.bsky.social
· Sep 18
05.September.25
Planty prints picked Melanie’s musing mind. Sure, ocean views or rainy scenes may have seemed more appropriate motivators as she tested the waters of hydropathy, but, on the other hand, when she let her awes lean into the green, she saw reflections of the growth and resilience into which she hoped to fill herself via new-you pursuit. ; )
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Peteroo
@peteroo.bsky.social
· Sep 17
04.September.25
No, kitty, I am not up-hocking a hairball just like mew; Your dander causes dyspnea when I am in your milieu. But, please, worry not that I would consider you for a shoo. For me, a puffer. Fish for your dish. We are all calm and coo. ; )
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Peteroo
@peteroo.bsky.social
· Sep 16
03.September.25
Bun on the run, did not I bawn you on the lawn with a slew of moo? Hare on a chair, is it fair that in this lair, as a pair prone to dare, nibbles from a share elicit my gentlest glare? Rabbit, dagnabbit! Your kindred cows are entering the house! They came to loot my last piece of fruit!
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Peteroo
@peteroo.bsky.social
· Sep 11
31.August.25
Of course, SpongeBob’s spiffily sprouted abode did not grow itself straight up out of the floor of the sea; It began life as a smallest of spots before it turned into a crowned royal of nobility— After which a deckhand accidentally dropped it down banana boat’s moonpool rather clumsily During the apt-for-a-half song about days and ‘oh’s and counting of golden tropical property. ; )
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Peteroo
@peteroo.bsky.social
· Sep 8
27.August.25
Mid-evil kitty will not scratch until you bleed, But they will detour you from finding where they peed, So beware lair of feline’s fury in the fold, Which will passively aggress if you dare to scold And heed not fabliau’s learn re cat-astrophes: Carry extra balms and socks in case of “Oh, geez!” ; )
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Peteroo
@peteroo.bsky.social
· Sep 5
25.August.25
Of passed evening, last work on scene was just that of bobeches catching streamed sweat from sticks of candle and, now, through morning’s screen, room’s replete rest has finally arrived—save for sticks of dog being chased through swevens’ fields of go-fetches. ; )
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Peteroo
@peteroo.bsky.social
· Sep 1
21.August.25
Felix was adamant that his dogs exercised daily for both their health and mental might, but what should have been a welcomed feat as treat was ever initially obstructed by opiniators balking on walking via barking for parking. Out-riding their stubborn stance, though, required no beg—just a bag…of bacon. ; )
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Peteroo
@peteroo.bsky.social
· Aug 30
19.August.25
Feline’s finest face of its space may seem genuinely grandiose If not even rather intensely identified as bellicose, But assumedly perturbed purrs turn, then, surprisingly ariose From such mewsical cries of cat no longer pleasantly comatose. ; )
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