Dear Shari Todd Written July 29 2015 Hello 2u

wing my loss) if grim reaper came for das scribe as skew ward poem attempted to infer, now circling back to your queue ped ditty linkedin with aforementioned poppycock poo poo merely a hypothetical premise aye drew if my unexpected demise took place husbanding half a motley crue (ideally such unexpected tragedy ideally tubby quick and painless) without war ning, via internal bombardier in tandem with luft waffe. Sorry for rather somber tone - but this psychological state of yo dough less bro affected by his reading, autobiography coup (now, no idea titled tract) d’état of Abraham Lincoln - the author drew my rapt attention (american history strong interest) – whereby past, present n near fee var few chore wrenched with both prized progeny persevering (as they should) a path to hew of their own making, which steps toward emancipation (worthy proclamation) for gentile or Jew, these kindred (chromosomal byproducts from countless chanced genetic dice throws) perhaps n uncle or aunt a bit loo knee, perchance dna housed new bile queen of the nile, where (August) Caesar didst hotly pursue anyway....yes, lives of deux darling daughters un wii ting lee triggered flashback, when self worth equaled zero tricked, replayed, and generated mine horror silent film to rewind at nadir total fall out, when anorexia nervosa did stew underscore ring (four decades plus…) true value of this moment colliding with elapsing squandered youth in rear view mirror, unseen only by ma doppelganger, I now close with whew!