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Casus Belli Conquers Accursed Submucous Cleft Palate
after pros and cons discussed with six grade speech pathologist, she weighed in favor, to launch stealth offensive spring time surprise raid, which faux analogous military show of force, no picnic nor hit parade though undeniably, unequivocally, and unquestionably earned the unflagging necessary parental consent okayed, whose unconditional love for welfare of this sundered son obvious nasal twang genetic mutation made constituting said congenital defect identified as sub      mucous cleft palate, which laid waste thine boyhood psyche       teased, thwacked, and       tormented, skewered, and frayed, which exacerbated introverted       strongly dominant behavioral trait,       thus hermetically sealed convenient       modus operandi spelled E+V+A+D+E the madding crowd at all costs,      (hence quickly felt lured       to an emotional brink) thus from the fountain of death,       I wanted to drink versus putting up my measly       (not so hazardous) dukes       knocking out cold, every rat fink though this scaredy pants chose passivity       from classmates, a tacit ticket to yawl to deliver sucker punches       (as iz the wont of mean kids),       and evoking evoking a       not so shabby (nee convincing)       impression of a stone wall albeit rather small since diminutive slight build another up pall ling (albeit) physical characteristic suffering offal bouts of bullying, and sought refuge       imagining dragons       to beat up punks and maul every grimacing, leering, questing monster lurking to brandish brass knuckles      upon turning down this, that,       or another dimly lit hall  in part, cuz zam ma pinched       onrush of air thru my button nose, a drawl dangling as perfect prime call ling card, when only within pendulum       swinging in pit of tummy       did a horrendous brawl ensue, yet this haint all aye wanna write, originally to explain savior       in the guise of speech pathologist's aid introduced tummy upon entering sixth grade whose intervention laid   precedent to exercise muscles       along inner neck, and played what appeared as senseless games,       plus navigating, regulating,       and vocalizing wade ding thru one book after another       while tape recorder thru brickbats un afraid. an ambivalent flashback now occurs       upon forcing ears to hear voice of yours truly, and not arrogance,       haughtiness, nor orneriness, but aye rejoice  perfecting good riddance.
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