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Sep 2018
(Aborted attempt to mend fences, -
which version overly pedantic for
her minimal leisure/down time as
full time student at University.)
no...no...no...this tree
mend dose electronic
     endeavor of mine, ya see
NOT predicated on

     violating sworn
     confidentiality, which re:
maned wolf heartedly intact NEVER
     your privacy broached
     only with therapist (every Monday
     at 2:00 p.m. I see, who pre
sides in Collegeville), nee
NOR didst "mother" Abby

     give spoiler alert, an agree
meant made, but
     this feeble ambition,
     sans non rhyme
     mark hubble epistle
     awoke within me
to risk, (perhaps
     getting rebuffed, viz from me

to thine eldest daughter thee),
Versailles till young lady, asper
     your lifelong lee
gee in of ill feelings toward dis
     dada festering, figuring, key
ping raw emotions
     within our respective
     most sacred soulful place, this

     my atypical modus operandi
     i.e. theatrical poetical,
     and metaphorical jee
*** sue sparring
     move minus referee
encapsulating dudgeon -
     unintentionally
     inflicting gushing, streaming

     widening gulf,
     and/or long fostering,
     when these 21st
     century days witness
     littoral breach comb
     ming dramatic hee
ving (akin to hurry
     cane Florence's

     club footing glee
fully bearing, dub
bling, and fuming β€œshe”
bore down with
     full might) free
lee wreaking havoc as if
     both of us viewing
     the other as an

     unknown fierce arc enemy
thus, uncontrollable non
     Joe king) paternal
feeling constricted wherein wry
ting on the figurative brick
     wall (near the "FAKE"
     Firth of Forth),
     in good times found why...,

yours truly of course trolling, try
ying to stay afloat sigh
ying with forlorn resignation
     as the air supply
precipitously abba salute lee
decreased, thru challenge
     hang IP course
     to bridge (yar

     suspended animus) bee
tween das father,
     and first born daughter,
     this papa analogously stranded
     amidst the imagined
     raging river Kwai
clinging stubby phalanges
     pinned tingled, pinched,

     numbed gnarled slip
     eerily gripping, clinging,
     and aching fingerhut toes
     did severely cramp
'pon glacial parental frieze,
     plus notepad kept
     in shirt pocket
     ocean spray got damp

fortunately, these digitized
     with binary stamp
portfolio of poems
     didst dry by lamp
light, nsync with external

     hard drive secured
     multi media stored data
     from this scamp
purring adventurer of amp
     pull lat hood,
     the high seas across
     world wide web, I did *****.
Written by
matthew scott harris  64/M/schwenksville, penna
(64/M/schwenksville, penna)   
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