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This Iz Not the Poem Part Uno

that will neither revolutionize whorled wide web, nor pollinate like fecund human loam viz - it mine neurological nuances here within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania, my present home, town pulsating with so called "butterfly effect" ineluctably fluttering microscopically like dust motes or invisible foam (bell leave me) metamorphosed mental whim, within cranial dome (in valise case body electric) covered in 50 + nine slim shades of gray streaked brown dread fully medium length lockets i rarely comb, boot food for thought to set literary stage before affixing my poetic missive - from this word wrangler, hoof hinds himself dumbfounded at whiz bang of years cuz - just yesterday aye remembered being a boy, now i yam more than half a century since birth didst age. without further ado i offer literary missives enclosed within this body politic spooked me playful teenage inner child goes "boo" fur ye to ponder and brew of his small bread box sized lil motley crue two daughters due tee flapped wings, and flew the coop whereby aye resemble offspring hybrid ostrich crossed with an emu, whose deux progeny sired from personal super reproductive goo swimming swiftly in harried styled, swiftly taylor made viscous tailored tulle lord hue carrying miniature bin - laden genetic heritage predominantly Jew wish with one late uncle Sam, who preferred to be called cra debt lou who himself happened to be, a milch cow frequent moo wing for bare naked lady gaga friend winnie mandy della pooh, which induced inxs doth rue what comprises Darwinian Origin of Species to be true evolutionary biologists versus Bible thumping creationists claim with tangible proof as their view perchance includes you this chimp bull leaves humans originated from primate zoo.

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