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Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie faire, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny. Yours truly not necessarily romantic at heart more accurately methinks myself lame and inadequate sorry excuse for reasonably rhyming spouse, but courtesy after sipping (née - chugging away like snorting caboose) Welch's sparkling white grape juice accompanied with entree couscous generic and garden variety run of the mill by the floss husband ordinarily fancy free and footloose feigned being inebriated noisily squawking - imitating deafening honking lunging goose creating ruckus whereby resultant outcome, whereby wife playfully threatened me to hang me (all choking aside) with noose, (I needed to gibbet a chance) as ye can accurately dead deuce nearly turning unnatural shade of chartreuse, thus I immediately called truce after hiring team of animated experts Rocky the squirrel and Bullwinkle the moose. Ring with no feather in my cap only envy at handsome man drakes with bucks, who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly aligned in arrow emitting clucks fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst loud squawking out quacking, yet straight as an arrow nock king, establishing pecking order like ducks, or any other foxy fowl billetted within walled din noisy hen house preening, each be solder self flux sing wings and waddling, flirting, casting... webbed wide good lucks