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Poetic Paean To Papa's Princess
Poetic paean to papa's princess Otherwise titled: Mien wonderful wedded divine wife...., whose piercing deliverance, a balm ameliorating tattooed strife despite being dirt poor, (especially after dirty deeds done... generating thunderstruck ac/dc current hmm... maybe due comeuppance being scammed to the hilt) suspicion toward comportment of people rife with deliberate intent to jackknife cumulative net worth, and now yours truly evinces trust nobody motto (dialogue we hear coming from the pursed lips of X files Special Agent Mulder) dogging me every step of the way I cherish her pricelessness, how nice, a beacon complementing/ supplementing homelife, who will forever be with me even during our (mine atheistic couched) afterlife. She, the mother of our deux darling daughters, I adore though ofttimes, she never knows... expressing love tis quite an arduous chore concerning me upon this (we quietly celebrate bledded wiss encompassing trials and tribulations we didst explore courtesy (for instance) my parents time sharing vacation getaways galore poem honoring pledged troth missus doth implore concerning wedding anniversary two days hence, whoa... our shared journey bobbing at times eventfully, fitfully, gingerly along knorr never without unbridled adventure, how quickly time doth pass, cuz we wed yes already number xxvii, i.e. twenty seven) orbitz around the sun, we reminisce... revisiting how each the rock of gibraltar for the other more so much emotional turbulence witnessed by our progeny, a tragic indelibly recorded overture nearly rent asunder by mighty quinotaur, I accept culpability (yours truly) strayed against sacred covenant went wayward intrepid misdeeds repented of secular married man known in Biblical realm carnal sin for sure without shadow of doubt triggered emotional uproar and nearly led to marital war we now joke about mine philandering days of yore. Infidelity nearly perilously upended marriage, said vaguely worded insensate blunder wrought catastrophic upheaval reigned analogous how millenniums ago Vandals, Huns, Goths, et cetera did plunder and ransack the outer limits of Roman empire our pledged troth shattered, whereby the missus outclassed Zeus, she emitted deafening thunder, yet annulment nor divorce, she would not grant sigh of great relief and mystery I wonder... To this upcoming July twenty fifth when all troubles of this beatle browed, foo fighter, nirvana seeking... seemed so far away how hands of father time speedily lept away an (extra) ordinary day to be alive and appreciate sticktoitiveness toward her, whose troth I pledged courtesy thee (sacrilegious infidel) mine discreet liaisons spouse forgave NOT telling me hike along highway and/or boulevard of broken dreams, motorway avoided, cuz she thee missus WANTED me to stay in role of legally wedded husband (and father to deux special grown lasses) when they (progeny)... were just newborn babes yesterday.
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