Paragraph using words sweet, prey, peer, pole, poll, pray, waste, manner, current, manor, pier

It was a Tuesday morning when Marjorie awoke at the manor. She got out of her bed, and knelt by its side to pray before starting her day. She got dressed, deciding to wear a warm sweater due to the current cold spell her town was experiencing. She entered into the hallway, and immediately smelled a sweet, delicious scent coming up from the kitchen. She hurried downstairs, and leaned around the wall at the bottom of the staircase to peer into the kitchen, where she saw a group of other residents were gathered, watching the chef cut up cinnamon rolls. She asked what was going on, and she found out that they were taking a poll to see which flavor cinnamon roll was the best. The residents were each being served a small piece from each type of roll, and she watched, as the chef threw the remaining pieces in the garbage - what a waste! She wanted nothing more than to prey on those delicious rolls, so she quickly gathered up the remaining pieces while the chef wasn't looking, ran back up to her room, grabbed her fishing pole, and ran back down the stairs to go out to the lake. She sat on the pier, fishing and happily snacking on her cinnamon roll bits for the rest of the day. 

carrying life through this vast system is an honor! We could start where I was, and all red blood cells are, produced, in the heads of long bones –in bone marrow- but that’s too far back, you know what I mean mon? So first, we will start this story by telling what happened after we entered the Right Atrium as deoxygenated blood -and mon, I remember, I felt like a waste bucket, from all that carbon dioxide I had picked up from the cells going through cellular respiration, weighing me down- where we then traveled through the Right Ventricle and the Pulmonary Artery to the Lungs. Once in the Lungs, we pack up as much oxygen as we could carry, and might I remind you that the oxygen binds to the hemoglobin in the blood. It has been said many of times, many of ways, but what you choose to believe is up to you. I, however, believe that at the same one time as we are traveling through our system the oxygen is going through its own, filing in through the nose, where it gets filtered and moistened. From the nose through the Pharynx (throat) to the Larynx, this contains the vocal cords. From the Larynx through the Trachea, where food and water is separated from oxygen, and on through the large tubes called Bronchi to the Lungs, where the oxygen is packed into tiny sacs called alveoli. It’s the truth, mon! After we gather the oxygen, it’s back to the heart for us. This pathway, we call it Pulmonary circulation.