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Cart Blanche Aldi Time - Part Iii

glancing at thee beautiful doll female human, 
   an aggregate of positivity arose. That four 
tut hood toward slender youthful looking chica 
   figuratively took my breath away. She galore
re: us lee ranked topnotch on my register 
   of aesthetic delight. Thus, while this jackfrosted hoar
frosted flake ambled up and down aisles, 

   an aim sought to relay pleasant physiology while Igor
Stravinsky – Flight of the Bumblebee buzz 
   within every square inch of my anatomy bon jour
quivered with cockiness, covetousness, 
   and craveness without resorting to Dumble Da lore 
for guidance, hence indecorous, impetuous, 
   or idolatrousness loosed rampant as more
consideration asper jimmying bold, daring do 
   hounded (Lo and Behold) luck did not ig nor.
A nod in answer to prayer ready set terrific 
   wonderful chance arose pondering how to mine ore

and coax a major outcome addressing this ambition, 
   which unceasingly pecked, piqued, dirt poor
piss lee  pricked thy noggin about sudden revelation 
   presence pretty lady Upon quor 
tar number of minutes passed, 
   whereat her increasing proximity, an unflagging score
begging akin to patriotic duty and appeasement 
   sans uttering a compliment recognized roar 
ring optimal (once in a solar eclipse) chance 
   to corral, field, and invoke latent obligation that tore
per regaling unknown xwoman a dollop gratutity. 
   Whether embarassment ensued possibly war
temporarily shunted aside, cuz if no propensity 
   to risk testing cab age comfort zones of yore

if awesome stroke ignored, a disappointment 
   toward self would manifest irking conscience. 
For the rest of eternity. So without missing 
a beat (and reckoning with nary a spare off fence
guess not to turnip ma nose), a apple lick able amicus 
   brief pickle this complimentary gents
dare devilishly egged, finessed, gambit regarding 
   how gorgeous (a veritable stranger) kents
humed and appealed to me, whence squashing 
   regret at a costly emotional ex pence.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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