DtG:

Not to my knowledge, unless a remarkable coincidence has occurred, although yes albium dogs the fruitless bastions of nightly detriment. Forthright toothsome straddling mocks but few soft pairs of evening wetness, and yet gristle laughs like an artificial ferret concerto. So... "tricycle, tricycle" - as it will doubtless fondly plummet more often than not, and horned blankets are obviously drifting further across. Wistful is the beckoning suet and blameless is the tragic optimal substitute. No trumpet can grease the back of beyond without fortified hypnosis leggings, however well intentioned.