Sarah Hill Revision First Page

(composed about eight years ago moments ago this poem underwent slight poetic surgical face lift modifications by this bro) this spine tingling reaction, sans flushed testosterone from heads to toe sketched out sometime from ~july or august 2012 or so and (just now) triggered chain reaction for roe man tick undulations i.e. wishful desires slow lee shifting (in seconds flat) from neutral to overdrive exceeding speedometer limit maximum nearly attaining speed of light quo shunt seeing an aesthetically pleasing chic chick in the summer of full feminine bloom envisioning plunging hot rod into her lubricated derrick (and yes, young enough to beget me via coital fling a splendid supreme offspring of this gap toothed fifty three year old simian), who doth wanna swing like a boyish chap at prime love making time zing, with thee, whose primary purpose comprised tutoring my daughter whose deficiency with language skills warrant communication exercisesd born with cognitive developmental delays in sundry dis guised, whose academic weakness qualified her since birth - or soon thereafter meta morph a sized to receive intervention to allow, enable and provide her with life skills even though patience thoroughly utilized so she can become self reliant as an adult thus bringing this papa aegis of said progeny prances carefree like a colt and via exposure therapy comfort zones, convince this dadaist dolt magic touch, sans young women, (who seem prominent in social service field) bear witness as thy Punim doth molt blindsiding actions of tender loving care these myopic eyes with hypnotic trance observe flair ring results conjuring up illusions of grandeur spurring commendable utterance of touche...here here but self consciousness kept gleeful outburst under lock and key lest detriment comb near compromising instructional progress, that could easily dis ap pear into a sinkhole forsaking requisite basic skills reinforcement ever since first year