Pledging Poetic Collaboration I Aim

Equal copyrights we can both claim renown impossible mission to envision just the experience to become linkedin with literary talents of another motive couched within these lines I exclaim no idea regarding the specifics how to kickstart joint effort game undoubtedly enterprising individuals endeavor to pool respective flair mine motive here not to inflame persons across world wide web who peruse poems I craft some may adore chow mein style or... perchance think me unhinged nevertheless positing keyframe spur of the moment whim no likelihood outcome will maim this wordsmith simply posting if nothing else, I overcame trepidation to express bonafide whim renouncing quitclaim should both of us acquire wealth to purchase virtual property within metasphere (courtesy cryptocurrency), cuz otherwise I would feel shame. Spanning across internet analogous to accept marital vow after blind date contestants meet courtesy bachelor/bachelorette, though each of us never met mutual (of Omaha) accord consonant with me... you bet your sweet bippy - Laugh-In debt ode to comedians Dan Rowan and Dick Martin, no secret at feeling flattered, though please dismiss ambition to covet (at least just yet), yours truly adopted as house pet argh... that beastly consummation beset with challenge unsure weaken duet, not absolutely necessary to whet our respective appetites and asset with words, quite obvious twas love at first sound and sight, viz Latin steeped twenty six let hors d'oeuvres suffice me not here to exploit nor profit concerning joint capitalistic venture, whereby each of us signatory contributing authors to beget consensual reasonable rhyme or not, yours truly doth deduce tenet heavily to embark impossible mission analogous good luck bouquet to whomever doth cachet more to the point, a whim woke to assuage concupiscence, cuz I gotta get get preposterous simply to craft kismet likened to kid in candy store lit with excitement at sweet nuggets mouth watering treats to offset eating healthy vegetarian omelet bloated overstuffed oaf think piglet blessedly to young for slaughterhouse five according to Kurt Vonnegut, a fate far worse than death and taxes now living in lap of luxury... ah..., that's the ticket, or perchance donning crown as kinglet within safe porcine haven hamlet whereat smart creatures use Telnet and toilet, rather than pollute fields and/or streams.