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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Into Young Womanhood this glorious role, sans helping beget and nurture thine first born three day shy of Christmas 1996, fills thy being with joie de vivre and doth add dorn more resplendent than any horn of plenty, and aye can only imagine more precious than fine spun gold ah...how this papa doth recall, when he didst hold and/or swaddle his edenic bundle of joy and taking stock, how she (christened Eden Liat) didst mold herself into an autonomous offspring, rarely receiving a scold cuz, she most times seemed well mannered and infrequently told, and thus said benevolent prized progeny required no special programming nor app even when a child, adolescent or, latte (sipping) teen, this genetic bounty evinced laser like thinking with a custom made thinking cap although...yes, (there erupted a verbal flap toward the missus or me, (the latter and former markedly differed asper child rearing, which unseen rift engendered a figurative gap mollycoddling, holding, consoling, et cetera distraught daughter on me lap which cradling, fas incubating, rocking..., which oft found this biomedically cherished baby taking her nap twas at such poignant bonding moments, aye DID NOT decry the parent trap, thus now, special "gifts" with bittersweet motions bespeak as tears (viz - ode to joy) stream down each stubbled cheek this middle aged grown man, doth recollect with embarrassment how as a teen thyself as classic "geek" whereat mine demeanor extremely meek AND let NO chanced avail for one to take a peak and now...unstoppable grievousness awoke, oh no...nothing un speak or print able did occur only a human weak ness, when thine voice un-necessarily raised yet, blink back moistened slightly crowsfeet darkened eyes set tills within this intelligent well read and let hard bloke accepts the "circle game of life" ...listening to thee beautiful, charming, exemplary dulcet an em ma nant treasured valuable accouterment tummy life... YOU BET!
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