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Apple of My Eye Darling Daughter Numero Deux Gifted Me
Apple of my eye darling daughter numero deux gifted me... Twenty four years ago – February 4th, 2023, whose existence begat by this dada and da mama aye revel in your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by chatting over the telephone, your aura, charisma, and persona finds me blinking back tear ducts ready to lose water works i.e. cry at how fate gifted this papa, whose existence would be devoid without you, and purposefulness undermined if the loss of such a daughter as thee (one young lady more valuable than words can spell), a reason to live would be shipwrecked with psyche marooned to die such emotional devastation, could never be quashed even as gums mouthed or uttered fee fie Foe fum – Jack (of Beanstalk storybook fame), would also lack will to live, (yes as would the giant), thence, this grunting, groveling, and grieving guy forced to traverse terrestrial firmament like rob zombie – hi King over a vast boulevard of broken dreams, cuz I (re: this humdrum Harris heir), his soul asylum inconsolably reign if irrevocably punctured akin to mortally wounded crane willpower to defeat death, could not be staved, stanched, nor stopped, but tis fool hardy (mill Laurel Lei) to allow, enable, or invite darksome, irksome, or unwholesome thoughts, whence best for this brain to rejoice in your awesome, lithesome and winsome transformation into a beauty, a non-biased commentary I cannot resist to exclaim an angelic, beloved and charming progeny endearingly frolicking thru the meandering time stream, perhaps stopping at Donny brooks edge where bucolic flora and fauna doth frame thee, (maybe such infinitesimal instant per one directional hull story of your life via doth camera cap cha) if game to pose as a gamine hipster inspiring a jazzy kindling mosaic – type meme before resuming skinny dipping back into the waters of life, whereby experiential arcade beheld like a courtly table adorned with many a fancy feast to BuzzFeed, the sights and smells before yar senses might appear as a charade boot upon scrutiny, ye exhibit hesitancy to inch closer comfort food gluten free and NON GMO beckons so ye haint a frayed to take measured steps further into verdant ever glade puzzled at such cornucopia cobbled together and laid without the presence of any handy dandy blues clues maid in America, this novel panoply pastiche of prideful quality eats, and thoughts circulate sans who paid for such resplendent sustenance, whence this Edenic garden ye strayed until…without, a life size topiary supremely chainsaw creation viz green foliage (a hedgerow carved in the likeness of thee punim) all of a sudden a burst of doting, and fawning family and friends Salutes a touching, unanimously voted wondrous young lady no amount of riches would anybody trade HAPPY BIRTHDAY…a shout rings out with glory and scale of your worthiness no mass out weighed!
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