"analogously" poems - Hello Poetry

For translational invariant functions The Lebesgue measure is an example of such a function; In geometry, a translation "slides" a thing by a: Ta(p) = p + a. In physics and mathematics, continuous translational symmetry is the invariance of a system of equations under any translation. Discrete translational symmetry is invariant under discrete translation; Analogously an operator A on functions is said to be translationally invariant with respect to a translation operator {\display style T_{\delta }} T_{\delta } if the result after applying A doesn't change if the argument function is translated. More precisely it must hold that: {\display style \for all \delta \ Af=A(T_{\delta }f).\,} \for all \delta \ Af=A(T_{\delta }f).\, Laws of physics are translationally invariant under a spatial translation if they do not distinguish different points in space. According to Noether's theorem, space translational symmetry of a physical system is equivalent to the momentum conservation law. Translational symmetry of any woman means that a particular translation does not change her. For a given woman, the translations for which this applies form a group, the symmetry group, or, if the women have more kinds of symmetry, a subgroup of the symmetry group.

0

Jul 29, 2018

Jul 29, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC

johnny-noiπ

Translational symmetry

For translational invariant functions The Lebesgue measure is an example of such a function; In geometry, a translation "slides" a thing by a: Ta(p) = p + a. In physics and mathematics, continuous translational symmetry is the invariance of a system of equations under any translation. Discrete translational symmetry is invariant under discrete translation; Analogously an operator A on functions is said to be translationally invariant with respect to a translation operator {\display style T_{\delta }} T_{\delta } if the result after applying A doesn't change if the argument function is translated. More precisely it must hold that: {\display style \for all \delta \ Af=A(T_{\delta }f).\,} \for all \delta \ Af=A(T_{\delta }f).\, Laws of physics are translationally invariant under a spatial translation if they do not distinguish different points in space. According to Noether's theorem, space translational symmetry of a physical system is equivalent to the momentum conservation law. Translational symmetry of any woman means that a particular translation does not change her. For a given woman, the translations for which this applies form a group, the symmetry group, or, if the women have more kinds of symmetry, a subgroup of the symmetry group.

35

Love hides like a tiny insect, Sometimes it flies analogously, Then it finds a corner, just perfect, For it to sit down and ponder, Over all the people heartlessly rushing hither, thither, yonder. Their hearts are fragile like glass, So small, so brittle. Hopes, both large and little Reside amidst jungles of desires. Everything is such a beautifully perplexing chaos, That Life stares blankly, and admires. The Beauty The Beast The unyielding Duty Of Being, at least. Look at me rant ceaselessly, As my heart pounds harder than my chest can take. You come here and leave immediately, And the illusion dissolves; is all this just fake? How wonderful I feel, No matter what I write. The world will never give me a seal, Whether wrong, or contemptuously right. Music rushes into my ears, flooding my canal. Words and words, I think and think, but nothing seems final. Appropriate is what they appreciate. Everything else is just another reason to depreciate. You have taught me all the ways in which I am not great. Yet show me how to stop, and your temples will cringe with fret, With regret. Sing unto my untamable spirit, tales of clipping wings, Or the melody of how a ruffled feather sings, And I will break it down for you, All the nuances, Of our last rendezvous. Dare to look into my eyes. Even if you find nothing but empty sighs. I am not made for your poetry. I am drained now, reduced to nothing but grocery. My earth derailed from its dreams, Crashes against mirrors, stiflingly decorated with cuts molded against seams. Fabrics, Feelings and Fragrances, all laced up. Pour me some of that whiskey. I have no glass, just a small, pointless cup.

0

Mar 22, 2017

Mar 22, 2017 at 2:27 AM UTC

arpita-banerjee

Whiskey in a Teacup

Love hides like a tiny insect, Sometimes it flies analogously, Then it finds a corner, just perfect, For it to sit down and ponder, Over all the people heartlessly rushing hither, thither, yonder. Their hearts are fragile like glass, So small, so brittle. Hopes, both large and little Reside amidst jungles of desires. Everything is such a beautifully perplexing chaos, That Life stares blankly, and admires. The Beauty The Beast The unyielding Duty Of Being, at least. Look at me rant ceaselessly, As my heart pounds harder than my chest can take. You come here and leave immediately, And the illusion dissolves; is all this just fake? How wonderful I feel, No matter what I write. The world will never give me a seal, Whether wrong, or contemptuously right. Music rushes into my ears, flooding my canal. Words and words, I think and think, but nothing seems final. Appropriate is what they appreciate. Everything else is just another reason to depreciate. You have taught me all the ways in which I am not great. Yet show me how to stop, and your temples will cringe with fret, With regret. Sing unto my untamable spirit, tales of clipping wings, Or the melody of how a ruffled feather sings, And I will break it down for you, All the nuances, Of our last rendezvous. Dare to look into my eyes. Even if you find nothing but empty sighs. I am not made for your poetry. I am drained now, reduced to nothing but grocery. My earth derailed from its dreams, Crashes against mirrors, stiflingly decorated with cuts molded against seams. Fabrics, Feelings and Fragrances, all laced up. Pour me some of that whiskey. I have no glass, just a small, pointless cup.

44

outward brain stem hummock analogously, (asper bound minuscule magnum opus) figuratively paginated with drowned atavistic animal instincts roar back to life upon found perceived or real threat adrenaline splashes cerebral hemispheres triggering body electric to become alert as a blood hound countless millenniums ago the flight or fight reaction apropos when savage beasts threatened tribe with bro whizzing primitive creatures some forced tweet crow wing, thence railing, swooping, trouncing dough main housing small cluster of emo ting primates (gabbling in primal grunts and groans witnessing ruminants scurrying to and fro survival of the fittest danger field thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, *** ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled, when looming predator doth woof and warp emergency arises, when debacle fore stalled for time against getting mauled whereby each subsequent ruse out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew zing potential breakfast, lunch, or dinner as the sorry loo sir aye sic newt ton, sans this non nonsense game of "Life", which thru countless millenniums strategies grew layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few till hetty became diminished as con tra bands of bipedal hominids drew upon accumulated storied history learned from Bubba Zayda's many times over motley crew squirreling modus operandi wove (traversing eons) corpus collosum hair (more so nerve fiber weave a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin left and right fist size gray matter coated with transparent integument custom made swiftly tailored sleeve ah...proving grounds, when forebears of **** Sapiens touch and go tagged on permanent leave on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.

0

Mar 17, 2018

Mar 17, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Quiescence Pervades Medulla Oblongata

outward brain stem hummock analogously, (asper bound minuscule magnum opus) figuratively paginated with drowned atavistic animal instincts roar back to life upon found perceived or real threat adrenaline splashes cerebral hemispheres triggering body electric to become alert as a blood hound countless millenniums ago the flight or fight reaction apropos when savage beasts threatened tribe with bro whizzing primitive creatures some forced tweet crow wing, thence railing, swooping, trouncing dough main housing small cluster of emo ting primates (gabbling in primal grunts and groans witnessing ruminants scurrying to and fro survival of the fittest danger field thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, *** ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled, when looming predator doth woof and warp emergency arises, when debacle fore stalled for time against getting mauled whereby each subsequent ruse out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew zing potential breakfast, lunch, or dinner as the sorry loo sir aye sic newt ton, sans this non nonsense game of "Life", which thru countless millenniums strategies grew layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few till hetty became diminished as con tra bands of bipedal hominids drew upon accumulated storied history learned from Bubba Zayda's many times over motley crew squirreling modus operandi wove (traversing eons) corpus collosum hair (more so nerve fiber weave a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin left and right fist size gray matter coated with transparent integument custom made swiftly tailored sleeve ah...proving grounds, when forebears of **** Sapiens touch and go tagged on permanent leave on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.

53

I. At the center you could see A huge cauldron that shines brightly Full of colors gleaming playfully Glistening off, far and free. II. Look at it, be amazed Be enthralled with every gaze Popping bubbles, in a cauldron ablaze Leyting you wonder, leaving you in daze. III. Enchanting colors in primary Adding of shades, analogously Selection of colors in complementary At the base of the cauldron it mixes wildly. IV. Come and you could tell A cauldron that would let you dazzle Gawking in awe as the eyes fell Within the wonders and its marvel.

0

Jun 29, 2019

Jun 29, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC

sion_aenri

A Cauldron of Colors

I. At the center you could see A huge cauldron that shines brightly Full of colors gleaming playfully Glistening off, far and free. II. Look at it, be amazed Be enthralled with every gaze Popping bubbles, in a cauldron ablaze Leyting you wonder, leaving you in daze. III. Enchanting colors in primary Adding of shades, analogously Selection of colors in complementary At the base of the cauldron it mixes wildly. IV. Come and you could tell A cauldron that would let you dazzle Gawking in awe as the eyes fell Within the wonders and its marvel.

20

It never mattered when I thought of it The words, so abstract They held little weight Like cheese puffs, staining my fingers With a thought that lingers Impossible to equate She was the kind of girl whose pupils would dilate with every glance in a mirror Attached to the unobtainable Demanding to take something from the ungainable She wasn’t just one, maybe two An idea, more so than a creature of non-fiction In my mind clear with the description Of how she looked, although vague in reality It all makes sense in the end Since she always seemed to think Analogously

0

Dec 14, 2011

Dec 14, 2011 at 4:55 PM UTC

zack-turner

A Realization

It never mattered when I thought of it The words, so abstract They held little weight Like cheese puffs, staining my fingers With a thought that lingers Impossible to equate She was the kind of girl whose pupils would dilate with every glance in a mirror Attached to the unobtainable Demanding to take something from the ungainable She wasn’t just one, maybe two An idea, more so than a creature of non-fiction In my mind clear with the description Of how she looked, although vague in reality It all makes sense in the end Since she always seemed to think Analogously

16

When juiced a spore sized embryo, early in utero; fetus evinces atavistic miniaturization, where nascent differentiation wrought physical resemblance to - seek reachers, sans Tarzan and Jane forebears, or exemplification of religious embodiments writ upon taut lee helical real to reel strung nano deoxyribonucleic acid, where dome min ant ander recessive traits pop sic cull, and/or mom genes sought took comb hing gull, where foxy fiery hander chrome hat tick microscopic threads ineluctably hired bot to weave warp and woof for naught heard interpretive soundcloud issue onomatopoetic beat, whether as: the Marseillaise, muezzin, or reveille blown in the wind by alimentary mechanic, *** killed in all manner of ought tow mobile craftsmanship, which possibly inflated and made pregnant, when one seem n thrashes within timed zona pellucida drawbridge, hooping an ova to snag, though odds stacked against the most basic cell fish competition fought in the **** z of evolutionary biology informing **** sapiens one errant or defiant game gamete perhaps hinting a gamine tubby wonderfully woven with wisps viz The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do a ha at last that renegade oocyte nabbed, analogously the Michael Phelps re: among the flagellated madding crowdsource qua squirming sperm-faction caught thence the commencement when trappings for a newborn bought years later reviewing prenatal sonograms with grown son or daughter pointing out how ***** editorialized, epitomized, and exemplified in miniature (no bigger than any letter of the alphabet), and closely resembled many creatures extant throughout the briny deep such as an amphibian, reptile or Argonaut.

0

May 27, 2017

May 27, 2017 at 8:24 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Noah cur teen call caul when Oscar goes wild with ingenue adulteration

When juiced a spore sized embryo, early in utero; fetus evinces atavistic miniaturization, where nascent differentiation wrought physical resemblance to - seek reachers, sans Tarzan and Jane forebears, or exemplification of religious embodiments writ upon taut lee helical real to reel strung nano deoxyribonucleic acid, where dome min ant ander recessive traits pop sic cull, and/or mom genes sought took comb hing gull, where foxy fiery hander chrome hat tick microscopic threads ineluctably hired bot to weave warp and woof for naught heard interpretive soundcloud issue onomatopoetic beat, whether as: the Marseillaise, muezzin, or reveille blown in the wind by alimentary mechanic, *** killed in all manner of ought tow mobile craftsmanship, which possibly inflated and made pregnant, when one seem n thrashes within timed zona pellucida drawbridge, hooping an ova to snag, though odds stacked against the most basic cell fish competition fought in the **** z of evolutionary biology informing **** sapiens one errant or defiant game gamete perhaps hinting a gamine tubby wonderfully woven with wisps viz The Idler Wheel Is Wiser than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More than Ropes Will Ever Do a ha at last that renegade oocyte nabbed, analogously the Michael Phelps re: among the flagellated madding crowdsource qua squirming sperm-faction caught thence the commencement when trappings for a newborn bought years later reviewing prenatal sonograms with grown son or daughter pointing out how ***** editorialized, epitomized, and exemplified in miniature (no bigger than any letter of the alphabet), and closely resembled many creatures extant throughout the briny deep such as an amphibian, reptile or Argonaut.

34

A rhetorical question finds me asking (to no one in particular) why I recall the names of grade school teachers approximately fifty years ago (whose names listed below), when the need to retrieve necessary information due ring examinations (less time ago) often found me seized with sudden inability to remember any vital ants sirs (even including my name), thus grudgingly handing over blank test paper analogously surrendering a vital document gracing terms of defeat into the scaly claws (zen nay), sans first to sixth grade Precambrian relic (Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle). Invariably majority of first thru sixth grade accorded accredited ancient authenticated creatures. They freely exercised diabolical churlish ******** animalistic zeal us yakking, wickedly unprintable upon (unprincipled urchin) at receiving end of fiendishly grue some hellish instructions. Assign ments buttressed with ultimatums harkening back to Jurassic period earlier in dawning primate con sciousness. Lesson material kindled with justifiable license in league with garnered insignia. Heft to bring pupils to heal predicated via warp and weft woven wonder fully. Wrought writs welcomed whips with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian refused respecting reptilian rubric repre sentative rattling (The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do), which loosely rendered regularly warbled wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish insignia certified one beaming Eve and/ or stud deed brute soffit. Education often relied on the weekly reader, and letters to and/or from Aunt Emma. Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps of the pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating sing-song and quintessential precepts.

0

Feb 1, 2018

Feb 1, 2018 at 4:28 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Inexplicable memory quirkily unhinged

A rhetorical question finds me asking (to no one in particular) why I recall the names of grade school teachers approximately fifty years ago (whose names listed below), when the need to retrieve necessary information due ring examinations (less time ago) often found me seized with sudden inability to remember any vital ants sirs (even including my name), thus grudgingly handing over blank test paper analogously surrendering a vital document gracing terms of defeat into the scaly claws (zen nay), sans first to sixth grade Precambrian relic (Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse, Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner, or Miss Rinderle). Invariably majority of first thru sixth grade accorded accredited ancient authenticated creatures. They freely exercised diabolical churlish ******** animalistic zeal us yakking, wickedly unprintable upon (unprincipled urchin) at receiving end of fiendishly grue some hellish instructions. Assign ments buttressed with ultimatums harkening back to Jurassic period earlier in dawning primate con sciousness. Lesson material kindled with justifiable license in league with garnered insignia. Heft to bring pupils to heal predicated via warp and weft woven wonder fully. Wrought writs welcomed whips with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian refused respecting reptilian rubric repre sentative rattling (The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver of the ***** and Whipping Cords Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do), which loosely rendered regularly warbled wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish insignia certified one beaming Eve and/ or stud deed brute soffit. Education often relied on the weekly reader, and letters to and/or from Aunt Emma. Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps of the pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating sing-song and quintessential precepts.

60

toward thee spunky gal, whose impregnation and debut appearance way to brief a tale for Aesop cuz, (umpteen iterations recounted), out the birth canal aye did bop analogously compared to a mealy mouthed measly crop a spindly tangle of arms and legs radiated (starfish like) dangled and would uselessly drop like a raggedy ann male counterpart (raggedy andy - how original) with limbs that didst flop and tis no small wonder, thyself as one newborn baby body electric easily confused with bony glop, which skimpy weight leant convenience as sigh grew older to alternate jumping (ala pogo stick mode) and hop from one skinny spindle shank leg to another, and manifold orbitz whip sawing round the sun bore witness to puny laughable specimen of a nerdy lad, who (in hindsight) grew long straggly hair, which NO ONE (except me) could touch, nor most definitely NOT lop off (this fetish) compensation for very slight physique in dewed time begot pencil necked geek milksop, now at an age prowl lix sing viz dragging, crawling, battling... slight abdominal bulge unlike widower octogenarian biological pop whose once strapping superman like build atrophying (sad sight) since grim reaper put objectionable stop upon head of harriet harris, whereat two and a half score years her longevity did top. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * now, comb may tooth how zen, sans eight plus ten 'twill be thirteen yars when me late mum agonizingly relinquished an indomitable loo ving life, which strong fighting spirit (spittle and vinegar) yen reached a juncture, (sans metastasized ovarian cancer) forewent heroic measures, which ken not avail bottled anger within this sole son telling thee, he didst love ye never communicating NOR often!

0

Apr 20, 2018

Apr 20, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

a stray tear doth adieu occasionally shed...

toward thee spunky gal, whose impregnation and debut appearance way to brief a tale for Aesop cuz, (umpteen iterations recounted), out the birth canal aye did bop analogously compared to a mealy mouthed measly crop a spindly tangle of arms and legs radiated (starfish like) dangled and would uselessly drop like a raggedy ann male counterpart (raggedy andy - how original) with limbs that didst flop and tis no small wonder, thyself as one newborn baby body electric easily confused with bony glop, which skimpy weight leant convenience as sigh grew older to alternate jumping (ala pogo stick mode) and hop from one skinny spindle shank leg to another, and manifold orbitz whip sawing round the sun bore witness to puny laughable specimen of a nerdy lad, who (in hindsight) grew long straggly hair, which NO ONE (except me) could touch, nor most definitely NOT lop off (this fetish) compensation for very slight physique in dewed time begot pencil necked geek milksop, now at an age prowl lix sing viz dragging, crawling, battling... slight abdominal bulge unlike widower octogenarian biological pop whose once strapping superman like build atrophying (sad sight) since grim reaper put objectionable stop upon head of harriet harris, whereat two and a half score years her longevity did top. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * now, comb may tooth how zen, sans eight plus ten 'twill be thirteen yars when me late mum agonizingly relinquished an indomitable loo ving life, which strong fighting spirit (spittle and vinegar) yen reached a juncture, (sans metastasized ovarian cancer) forewent heroic measures, which ken not avail bottled anger within this sole son telling thee, he didst love ye never communicating NOR often!

56

twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air and dedicate this poem (yes tis correct, if you bare lee remember this mister did formerly she push duck clear addressed said spouse "my little buttock blaster" en dear ment - for obvious reasons, and before she begat two 'ere rip press ably lovely daughters), anyway thee wife I fear to publicize contracted a benign strain sans incurable glare ring housecleaning malady (thus far no unpronounceable hair raising name affixed to non contagious nonetheless accursed malady, whereby to keep at bay, scrubbing stubborn stains from clothes, dishes, and gamut of hibernating Ursine horde (nee motley crue) that come breathing alive Nsync with beastie Bay City Rollers Culture Club bing babes upon first spring day engrossed in this, that, or some other sweeping floor foray (analogously to Velveteen Rabbit) shedding gray winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive, where humungous fur clumps would lay comprising sudden empty raft of shelf space minus a may zing globules, oh...lemme get on track, whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" nee major virus afflicting wife, would necessitate impossible task strapping former feisty Norwegian farm gal in straight jacket ivingsocial every would be no game to play boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say 24/7 daily challenge, which unpredictable timeframe thine remaining lifetime sans wife oye vay would frank lee zap every last oomph of mine if able twin door remaining with spouse meanwhile 'til she obliviously plucks persistent sprouting stranded follicle tiller broad forehead resembles a minuscule tarmac way.

0

Feb 1, 2018

Feb 1, 2018 at 11:32 PM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

Overrun By Teddy Bears And Beanie Babies

twas the bright idea of zee missus aye air and dedicate this poem (yes tis correct, if you bare lee remember this mister did formerly she push duck clear addressed said spouse "my little buttock blaster" en dear ment - for obvious reasons, and before she begat two 'ere rip press ably lovely daughters), anyway thee wife I fear to publicize contracted a benign strain sans incurable glare ring housecleaning malady (thus far no unpronounceable hair raising name affixed to non contagious nonetheless accursed malady, whereby to keep at bay, scrubbing stubborn stains from clothes, dishes, and gamut of hibernating Ursine horde (nee motley crue) that come breathing alive Nsync with beastie Bay City Rollers Culture Club bing babes upon first spring day engrossed in this, that, or some other sweeping floor foray (analogously to Velveteen Rabbit) shedding gray winter coat when warmer temperatures arrive, where humungous fur clumps would lay comprising sudden empty raft of shelf space minus a may zing globules, oh...lemme get on track, whence frenzied fever "cleaning bug" nee major virus afflicting wife, would necessitate impossible task strapping former feisty Norwegian farm gal in straight jacket ivingsocial every would be no game to play boot tiring and cruel task of her life Yukon say 24/7 daily challenge, which unpredictable timeframe thine remaining lifetime sans wife oye vay would frank lee zap every last oomph of mine if able twin door remaining with spouse meanwhile 'til she obliviously plucks persistent sprouting stranded follicle tiller broad forehead resembles a minuscule tarmac way.

54

solely reduced to communicate via my choice online mode (ease of use preference via Facebook Messenger), candidate said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great even though this papa doth hate to say "good bye..." after lingering delay followed by "I love you" swallowing tears irate as bittersweet poignant end ding our irregular chat as if (analogously)...aye ab duck kate (albeit temporarily), the joyous role of fatherhood especially denoting young womanhood of late said offspring, I helped beget (with ma mate) i.e. wife (which marriage experienced rough patches) nine or so months ceased to ovulate just a tad more'n nineteen Earth Orbitz ago as reckoned via dull lix gray matter encapsulated within thine barnacle encrusted pate her virtual presence encountered earlier today - March 24th, 2018 doth highly rate as supremely blessed, through swallowed sadness sans tete a tete only after clicking end conversation does this dada (with genuine muffled sobs) ululate agonizing with reality empty nest syndrome asper averred second daughter aye helped yes sire re:) to beget whose tender loving care) under voluntary auspices sans strong willed kid sister (Shari) decision immediate decision needed tubby made (concurrence with birth mother - Abby) already couple years zipped, her homecoming (who knows when), dud dada Matthew Scott Harris must keep away fixating on requisite adulthood), argh...now...must needs wait!

0

Mar 25, 2018

Mar 25, 2018 at 12:02 AM UTC

matthew-scott-harris2p

shana aubrey harris, sans dunning

solely reduced to communicate via my choice online mode (ease of use preference via Facebook Messenger), candidate said Modus Operandi aye find tubby great even though this papa doth hate to say "good bye..." after lingering delay followed by "I love you" swallowing tears irate as bittersweet poignant end ding our irregular chat as if (analogously)...aye ab duck kate (albeit temporarily), the joyous role of fatherhood especially denoting young womanhood of late said offspring, I helped beget (with ma mate) i.e. wife (which marriage experienced rough patches) nine or so months ceased to ovulate just a tad more'n nineteen Earth Orbitz ago as reckoned via dull lix gray matter encapsulated within thine barnacle encrusted pate her virtual presence encountered earlier today - March 24th, 2018 doth highly rate as supremely blessed, through swallowed sadness sans tete a tete only after clicking end conversation does this dada (with genuine muffled sobs) ululate agonizing with reality empty nest syndrome asper averred second daughter aye helped yes sire re:) to beget whose tender loving care) under voluntary auspices sans strong willed kid sister (Shari) decision immediate decision needed tubby made (concurrence with birth mother - Abby) already couple years zipped, her homecoming (who knows when), dud dada Matthew Scott Harris must keep away fixating on requisite adulthood), argh...now...must needs wait!

45