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April Ninth Four Score and Eleven Years Ago

How fast the years did clip and leap away, till your Earth orbitz count ninety decades + uno journeys orbited around mister sun encompassing metaphorical magnum opus figuratively paginated bound compendium, whereby chronology Boyce Brandon Harris also known as papa san 'pon being drafted his six foot 2 inch tiptop chiseled physique (musculoskeletal frame shrunk) dada fought the good fight one among many raw recruits stationed south 38th parallel serving admins Harry Truman, & Dwight David Eisenhower bolstering strongman Syngman Rhee against Kim Il-sung during 6/25, 1950 – 7/27, 1953 war (actually stalemate) whereby former and latter controlled South and North Korean as separate countries - father (soldier of fortune (he art not yet in heaven, whatever Unitarian equivalent would be) hoping to live at least until Tuesday, November 3, 2020 to vote for fightin Joe Biden, meanwhile Zayda to his 5 grandkids keeps low profile at Normandy Farm Estates upscale retirement community whose delicate health (i.e. congestive heart failure) could (does) pose hardship visa vis his immune system susceptible to microbes (particularly strains) virile which could spell death of beloved nonagenarian, whose dim eyes sees approaching exit (stage door left) out webbed wide world of living survivors. Mayor presence be regaled as presents courtesy second rate poetaster born (only heir - hiss supple) while ye still tread, albeit ably helped along with cane. H-A-P-P-Y B-I-R-T-H-D-A-Y

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