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Botched and Bungled Interpersonal Opportunities Viewed

Botched and bungled interpersonal opportunities viewed... tonight October 25th, 2022 terrifically summarily requoting poetic outdated iteration, I share the following lines echoing in the valley of love and delight. courtesy 20/20 hindsight October twenty fifth two thousand and twenty two admirable, corrigible, fallible, and intelligible light hearted fella (amazingly gracefully aging baby boomer) usually polite doth not trend toward superficial nor trite, neither can yours truly said to abide by beliefs, ethos ideologies, et cetera notions characterized as distinctly black and white. Ostrich (I stretch) literary creativity with Rhea yule wordplay (mine metaphorical putty) enjoys shape shifting rules of English language casting them bon voyage analogous to loosing a hot air balloon never knowing literary endeavor (mine) outcome unpredictable as wind doth form sand dune farfetch'd jimmied physique peculiarly genetically hewn no avian expert, yet sports wide whirled webbed analogous to loon yours truly at heart, an honest to dog poltroon acquired pipes, whereat ofttimes I (a fool on the hill) sing out of tune. No idea when predilection arose to toy with said mother tongue frequently buzzfeeding me passion, I rend toward proclivity maketh anonymous reader to doze gibberish spews gobbledygook which kooky logophile doth expose, where gobbledygook profusely flows gushing out imaginary hose frequently diverging off course pertaining to poem title which (reading between the roaring lines) here sought to delineate highs and lows regarding squandered (particularly linkedin with female) friendship opportunities aye sip pose jangling this beau zoe from head to his gnarly webbed whirled wide toes. I don't mean to engender pity excruciatingly socially withdrawn garnered alienation since birth regarding human bonds, which dearth all thru these three score plus three years athwart planet (unfit) ness Earth teetering in the balance pregnant around equatorial girth found yours truly figuratively tied to mother's apron string, I always felt safe and secure, within home and hearth even when Scottish welcome matt yanked away by those who begot me, now in retrospect ability to muster mirth within savage dime a dozen verbal lashings (courtesy mama and papa, the former long since deceased and latter (upon original date of this poem) declining nonagenarian respectfully their sole male offspring ironically now here at petticoat juncture amidst swath of rolling green acres during mein kampf distills their overlooked worth. Shying eye contact, I vaguely recollect Matthew Scott Harris as wee lad did disappoint way back during second grade lunch at Eagleville Elementary School, a pretty girl christened Renee (if memory serves me correctly) induced writhing and foaming incoherent sounds of silence indubitably witnessed yours truly an extremely shy boy hiding behind makeshift barrier (possibly tartan patterned lunchbox) to avoid at all costs painful penetrating piercing inducing me to look askance. As an extremely shy kid (lacking benefit of powdermilk biscuits) even briefest eye contact with lovely lass sent extreme agitation coursing thru measly frame wreaking emotional/psychological distress (visit repeated aforementioned refrain ad nauseum) recurring without letup boyhood to young adulthood, when within close proximity attractive gal froze mine functionality even with intent to exchange passing "hello." Fast forward to recent past i.e. namely second half of bleak existence angst oozed and profusely did bleed, when ability to bolster daring deed communicating amorousness awkwardly freed potential foolishness or embarrassment, I shushed inner voice of amplified reason, side stepping preservation, aye did not heed boot blurted out juvenile barenaked lady desires indeed spelling repugnance and con seeded instant ruination against fulfilling hormonal secretion need wanting to escape utter fool hardiness beating hasty retreat (think tail between legs) ruffly at thoroughly bred dog with mile a minute tail a wagging uber speed!

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