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My Wife the Paper Shredder

Buried in an avalanche you might see on "Hoarders buried alive" back and foreground white sheet with limited pay per view, nonetheless sky scraping heap (Uriah not kid) nsync with a 'U'- shaped tube anchored securely thru solid wood - sporting towering, leaning, bulging, et cetera slew, sans huge sized mounds, this goodfella cockily rue stirs memories while almond joying sifting, (comprising ream mains of outdated queue vee cee paraphernalia, bank statements, old fair maidens faded letters, phew against unrequited lovely lasses kissed by either gentile or Jew us gal, during young manhood confession stated, aye did accrue now (said besmirched Casanova wannabe across floor I did strew said, no longer promising princess, whose once tenderly fresh rose buds exuded profusely courtesy ingénue argh..., how frivolous to argue with cowardly former self, hence into the maw of das spouse (Sibyl) she more than enthusiastically masticates regarding unblossomed (romantic opportunity) yours truly blew, when flickr ring spark flame snuffed out before profound love chanced to hint of compatibility, ah... nary a blues clue maybe best not to fantasize going down nostalgia avenue, but cast attention upon motley crew, no matter I traversed boulevard of broken dreams (but oh this...pray lemme tell you more on this cool spring green day) ornamented with boughs of churrigueresque mother nature's divinely wrought sensational beauty procreative forces construe, yanking fanciful thoughts back to feeding pulpy material pages of me child's worldview scribbled squiggly blurred lines no doubt gifted artistic prodigies shew did evince talent this papa doth truly value, yet an excess of near identical curlique leaves little breathing room, plus report cards shows innovative smarts, frequent affirmations this dada paid due tee, which gushing praise my girls never taxed for, yet both knew this aging baby boomer father decries being swamped with exorbitant clutter hence effort now made to save whar grew, some artistic embellishment and/or intellectual award, the majority hesitantly fed into jaw of thee missus the human flew where hard copy quickly incinerated inducing me to sneeze atchew!

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