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Oct 2018
Preface:
Now a break away,
sans creepy crawly
     dis straw hit gray
eve haunting
     phantasmagoric cree hay
shin master minding

     schema getting way
over mine headless body nee,
my twitching decapitated torso
     attempt at muck cob bray
(oh...first lemme hide
     this ****** knife - okay?)
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Despite being unilingual,
     exempli gratia (abbreviated
     i.e. and/or e.g.) tub
be thus lacking an obvious
     advantage of a polyglot,
     nonetheless a bub
lee delight arises
     listening to words spoken

     other than English,
     which thrills this club
carrying bipedal hominid,
     whose second favorite sound
     comprises live heart
     beating lub-dub
preferably, this fist size
critical pumping muscle,

     that doth ***** eyes,
cupid ditty among
     gals and guys
and prima facie scrutiny
     cardiologist doth apprise
situated between lungs,
     that multi-chambered
     x mass for breathing noel hies

yet obviously superfluous
     when a person dies,
which deceased person offers
     little oratorical appeal
since dead silence
     the lingua franca
     of all peoples extant
     among every commonweal

ushering a silent sing
     flibbertigibbet deal
ling forgone opportunity
     especially aspirating rhetorician
     unable to talk and/or feel,
thus more valuable
     to me of a heal
thee subject, yes

     even more ideal
if hypothetic per
     son proficient /fluent
to enunciate crisp and clear
amidst an assortment
     of tongues with out fear
with mispronunciation,
     and inciting glare

ring, where gasps of utter
     disbelief listeners did hear
though to this untrained un lear
wren head language lover,
     I would become mesmerized.
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Post Script:

This complex abstract
     monumental task bay
sic hilly feebly
     followed (the metaphorical
     yellow brick road)
     encompassing distinct way
natives of any nation speak,
     which mental foray

considerably strayed into
     less than fifty shades of gray
perhaps disappointing retinue, may
feel indignant enough to fricassee,
mum meat from
     lovely bones and fillet.
Written by
matthew scott harris  64/M/schwenksville, penna
(64/M/schwenksville, penna)   
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