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Wonderment at existence mine
Wonderment at existence – mine a sixty four year old married bloke born January 13th, mcmlix under Capricorn sign in general, and January 13th in particular who dons online personage with custom (think swiftly tailored harried styled) made poetic raiment cloak. With my scrunched and bushy furrowed brow I often ponder precise circumstances that linkedin yours truly to be born tracing back lineage of self or arbitrary individual unpredictable as the dow reckoning a series of events sustained life similar to sowing seed of corn ruminating fragile nascent organism at the mercy of fate flourished and how taxing me mind how each score composed for each to toot their own horn aware that just slightest off beat fluke determined from millennia ago or now that particular organism – whether one celled entity or beings that can mourn the loss of kindred members – food for thought for able bodied/minded bard, who pledged marital vow like this poet, whose presence a mere fluke of circumstances possibly torn at any point in distant past rendering me absent, and hence unable to utter wow evincing expression care worn. At what crap shoot of circumstances wrought Matthew Scott Harris to be cognizant of the self and world wide web or follow threads back in time, albeit not more than a couple generations – whereby emigrants did flee from supposed Eastern European swath in general finding thyself to rhyme for no reason, just as other creatures great or small occupy themselves with glee or just groveling along at bare boned knuckle existence without a dime less apt to own luxury how homo sapiens purportedly evolved from monkey, whereby harsh ill fate tempts them into life of crime, when perhaps riches with kingly figures loomed large in their family tree begat courtesy making whoopie. A genealogical limb branching off way back when back in the day glorious personalities populated genealogy to boot twisting a tortured destiny somewhere o'er the rainbow along Yellow Brick Road way setting stage for rags when once August ancestry buried in loot yet tis quite frivolous to bemoan present woes or even pray to win lottery turning attention to how like our ancestral gingko or Geico gecko newt dwelling in rich primordial egg drop soup wantonly in massive bay inexorably transformed (by dint of dice throw) per flora to take root as well fauna to mutate into species and genus trumpeting horns heard signaling Santa Claus in his trademark red suit on land to assay. Punctuated equilibrium first proposed by and Niles Eldredge in 1972 gave rise to variety to an assortment of animals and plants perhaps also contemplating genetic grants this one speck of flotsam in particular owned a passion for contra dance, whereby others from massive beasts to microscopic organisms scurry hither and yon to and fro essentially to be alive for lifetime, nevertheless a mere blink of an eye all due (in my view) to chance to self taught amazing uncles and aunts.
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