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May 2017
here I sit wondering aboot what yorn
reaction will be
similar to mice elf, wrought n fused
within microscopic cast iron crucible -
genetic dna spinning along chromosomal nearly invisible axle
describing vaguely shaped rose tarnished gun metal n worn
off limits by the gun metal thorn
until trust grows even if chance of adultery
germinates a field of aching scorn
n sunny friendship illuminating some future morn
whereby in bliss we doze while asleep
   lightly snoring like a piping  horn
swell outcome viz 9 months later plump n juicy like a corn
cob, a baby like this grown LVIII macbook user will be born
subject to the dictate of fate the trappings of wealth
whether he/she struggles hardscrabble penury
or wealth will adorn.

as per the case with me in utero of thy long deceased mum
sprung from tender ***** with joie de vivre she - did hum
Arthur Murray Ballroom Instructor - whose heart fluttered like a drum
cuz, twas love at first sight -
drawn tummy handsome dad - a Columbia University alum
who didst beget me:
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a cerebral being
this ordinary human, who finds himself a mystery
within the terrestrial firmament and frequently
feels in a feverish pitch at his existence, that seers the temple
mounted upon this some what slender frame - wrought by
combination of genetics in tandem with exercise
which latter helps to sublimate the coiled
tension wound tightly like an indestructible
spring without healthy medium to channel emotions fraught within me
might find demise, that would rent asunder literate fellow
and annihilate with no trace, one true valued father of two special
lovely teenage near grown lasses as just another statistic among obituaries.
Written by
matthew scott harris  64/M/schwenksville, penna
(64/M/schwenksville, penna)   
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