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Autumn In the Air Hooray
Autumn In The Air - Hooray Respite from punishing heat wave - yay which above line, could "speak" volumes, and be a stand alone poem offering readers a reprieve nsync whence roasting, sultry, and torpid unpleasant weather since yesterday boot such brevity, would disallow me to extemporize, but more importantly today this intrepid word smith doth "say," he would never wanna miss trodding, the formerly (golden in their heyday now sketchy), sections of said roadway, now where digital electronic rustily hinged, abandoned, and gated haunting quay a throwback, when private manned schooners (shaped like a beer stein), perhaps headed to Uruguay could ply outlying waters of cyberspace, why... just yesterday when my troubles did not seem so far away versus this present opportunity to risk live and limb (and Kong like wrath of my reed ding fans) while getting way laid "traveling as Wilburys soul survivor foreign ancient groupie," the dangerous, derelict, and dicey dubiously dotting dilapidated, dark corners information super high way, thus yours truly doth not heed, but flaunts like some cray zee (NOT RICH, NOR ASIAN), but rather some gray beard (grizzled), curmudgeon figuratively gnarled, toothless, and weatherbeaten lackaday lay about good for nothing mellow flew wuss depraved ('cept mebbe "robbing" precious and special time of some bachelor farmer from Norway) all the above essentially wrote for naught merely (as diversion) to comment, how this September day wrought ascent o' fought (a scent oh aught) tum caught me wear'n a corduroy long sleeve shirt since...aye taut a "FAKE" hungry Grimm gimlet eyed trumpeting lout, germane Don apprenticed how to become cannibalizing (without accountability) fuhrer, (and lastly rendering enemies into sweet tasting sauerkraut), this while learning das dialect (tickle) Matt speak, (which took me a lifetime), this preceding the quirky invention of the umlaut!
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