Dear Shari Todd Written July 29 2015 Hello 1u

Dear Shari Todd – written July 29, 2015 While rifling thru outdated writing, which virtual thumbing wrought non deadly chancre “FAKE” blister (long thee envy o' this wordy mister a reference to mine youngest sister prior tuff fall lout dynamic emotional frenzied analogous rapacious seditious tempestuous twister) Tis hospitality of yar behalf to league gal lee tender our lovely daughter begat in part by meself, whose punctured psyche doth chaff at mine severe prepubescent short comings, which trajectory of teen years, a downward line on spiro (Agnew) graph which deprivations well nigh finds a civil war raging against one half of ma being (Oh Henry), a Harris son, who these days genuinely tries his Level best at lighter side of life to laugh comedy of errors, boot haunting visions visit Twelfth Night figuratively brow beat like an unseen dis staff. glad that Shana (thee darling daughter afflicted with cognitive development entailing homebased intervention) wince she blossomed into a beautiful young lady, now under Dunning aegis (bonanza) since emotionally stable, and quiet on western (Bend, Oregon) front, rinse sing with yar incredible credit karma, her existence Quince sud dental (juiced teething), living with papa, would mount to a travesty, sham, mockery...if superficial only perp pull reigning “FAKE” Prince likely to barrel within outward bound mince meted MainLiners along here built “mini mansion” homes NOT bedecked with chintz at 724 west railroad avenue (previous address of this bummer) anyway, should ill fate befall like an overstuffed blintz if this king Lear Rick Hill wannabe meets fatal doom, thy "mother abby" would get panic stricken (rue...