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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required would what that be junior? senior? sophomore? since this brother in law rarely emails, ye may scrunch countenance puzzled, or on verge of emitting flatulence, that if a ripper got let loose (by Jack), would possibly find ja propelled, thru Edgar Allan Poe's churchly sepulchral tintinnabulation (where for greater effect yukon envision imagistic ravenous bats in belfry resonating air, or perhaps blasted back to the House of the rising sun), BUT...gnome hatter, no win tent may starkly appear explaining inexplicable reasonable rhyme, why aye dash communique minus virtual trumpeting blare (sorry, but in the interest of belated birthday cheer, without computer generated imagery) rendered hoop fully readable, sans black and white Scottish matted pixels constituting beloved appellation unsure how to address ye perfectly clear while sitting atop padded office chair, pondering as already writ, how to acknowledge thee, whither with dear... meanwhile, this scribe experiences comfortably numb derriere, now scrambling, resorting, and toying to fetch acceptable, catchy light hearted endear mint, that seems tolerably acceptable (of course) with flair acutely perceptive, though NOT overboard with glare ring obeisance, NOR USE ALL CAPS TO SCREAM so ye kin hear soap hull ease excuse this incurable Harris scribe with thinning heir yes...oye gevalt, infantile regression finds me burrowed in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania lair still emotionally inchoate, though grown a mere speck within the flotsam and jetsam near to boyhood Collegeville abode NOT saved by a prayer re: home companion bachelor Norwegian farmer replaced instead by vinyl city all in the name of progress which (once a pawn a time) open farmland did dis app pear so...a gam bulling gambit to avoid moseying down Level Road... may NOT seem queer for insufferable sadness with eyes bursting with many a tear... (gulp) tis best to veer away from topic uh viz er rated razed homestead, and mainly wish ye another birth year! adieu...from math tha hue
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