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Patterson, New Jersey Circa December 1st, 1957

amidst cavorting delightfully, enjoying thorough frolicking gingerly, foreign hick hating slo hip-hopping insouciantly sustaining row biological status quo kvetching lamely moreso mother became pro naturally physically rumbling, heard all the way in Oslo supposedly twerking, undulating vivaciously wantonly x2c wisely yielded – nada no zona pellucida anchored byte size seaman, potent embryonic fetal moe newlweds nocturnal merriment moma's Menses marked march 1959 lovingly joyusly, insemination happened ha low bullseye clenched diploid fertilization guaranteed germinating heiress while squaqking lichen Apache at Diablo ma late mother did should know upon awakening upon tautly stretched exertion during dilating cervix, which jiggled like jello three score orbitz round el sol, warmed cockles and muscled away brutally cold degrees tab billed an igloo, or circa six decades drafted exuberant ho...ho...ho... cuz, i.e. thencee at 362nd day baby in belly did fully grow December first nineteen fifty seven sanctioned newly minted papa to sing a capella for he's a jolly good fellow quintessential nascent kickstarter heady everflow though wintry dark, a “hi” beam illuminated newborn girl with dayglow sans, mechanical engine ear papa (an honorably discharged army vet) all spit and shine groom, who wed a bride somewhat callow first time parents with giddiness did saul fully bellow Boyce and Harriet Harriet countenance twas (like an elf on Christmas eve) all aglow. -------------------------------------------------------- Dear Sis – I knew not what else to do thus, this poem crafted fur ewe a doe ting maternal gal – whose time on Earth flew

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Date: 11/10/2017 1:38:00 PM
A most interesting write. I lingered on your twists and turns tho Paterson was not seen by me til 1963.
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