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Feb 2018
without further ado
i offer my self to download
   as a friendly ghost in the machine
   who wont say boo
hopefully this introductory  

    acceptable fur ye to ponder and brew
from a mister mama popo
   of his small sized motley crue
whereby this spouse kind of resembles
   an offspring of an ostrich and emu

whose two female progeny he sired
   from personal super
   reproductive seminal goo
swimming swiftly via viscous hue
carrying miniature bin - laden

   with genetic heritage
   comprised predominantly of jew
with one one very late uncle lou
who himself happened to be
   a milch cow and frequently did moo

for his bare naked lady friend
   Winnie mandy della pooh
which induced inxs within me to rue
what comprises whose reality to be true

evolutionary biologists
   versus bible thumping creationists
the former claiming
   with tangible proof as their view
that all humans originated from primate zoo.

from:: math a u

postscript -- from this non-quaking corny flake of a cereal writer:
Perhaps living in the aegis of near poverty prompts this perceptive papa to ponder luxurious splendor being proprietor of palatial place, which domicile would being nothing less spacious than a sumptuous suite to entertain high society with exotic soirees suffusing the air with sassafras, scrumptious side dishes like seasoned salmon, sushi, et cetera.
    
A pipe dream that this pecuniary challenged pensive politically liberal philosopher would ever witness such reversal of fortune (per his precarious penury position), but strumming away at keyboard no harm to let overactive imagination run with illusory bulls at my own internal Pamplona.
    
So the thoughts tear at lightening speed (in tandem with mine own concocted thunder hoofs) to conjure up elusive, illustrative, possessive avidity towards escaping from maws of despair thru wishful longing to latch onto the façade of luxury.
          
Within deep slumber, this temple mount becomes more manifest populated by rich famous folks whose mansions separated by near ****** forests housing not only missing lynx but also countless other fragile listed fauna and fauna yet safe from illegal poachers, which animals unknowingly breathe easy while ensconced within the perimeter of this estates.
    
Massive amounts of money delivered by the genie in the bottle or an anonymous rich benefactor (more so than day dreaming about the far fetched prospect to make millions of dollars via magic would definitely allow, enable and provide the edifice complex to become a tangible goal.
    
I sure hope my rich uncles reads this communique so he can bring deliverance to this lamentable life whereby Lucifer lurks around every catacomb and cackles with that maniacal laugh that very closely resembles...MINE.
Written by
matthew scott harris  64/M/schwenksville, penna
(64/M/schwenksville, penna)   
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