Twas December Twenty Second 1996

Twas december twenty second 1996... (when all thru house in 1148 Penn Valley thee eldest scheming to sally forth unlike her papa hood dilly dally nothing to chauffeur himself 'cept tally sheet scored with failure.) Twenty three years ago most significant event within mein kampf, father time thankfully lent biologically whipped miracle stork did present parturition ex post facto last contraction sent bundle of joy christened Eden Liat Harris, who unnecessarily went... Thru accursed domestic travails nonetheless, (or perhaps because of) thee succeeded with flying colors laudable accomplishments ye did acquire, no matter anxiously riddled papa i.e. me oft times accountable regarding precious person, he did help sire still (even now) still smarts, though his fatherhood (luckily for your benefit) long ago did expire thus, I ruminate more so how in your upbringing tender vittle heart touched with fire brimming with red hot poker ire courtesy Matthew Scott entangling within emotional, financial, and spiritual straits quite dire I vaguely recall ye threatened even to hire self into oldest female profession such noble ambition to earn money I admire to escape "dirt poor" penurious manumission psychologically did tread fully tire, (maybe hyperbole), yet poverty legacy didst conspire to undermine potential filial paternal bliss, perhaps not unscathed a fate worse than death, and/or vampire weekend sincere accolades, now liberally afforded, how ye scholastically did aspire striving toward eventual freedom being invisibly yoked, hence understandable declaration independence to aspire, yes a vibrant young woman with brilliant head on her muscular shoulders and powerful legs (I see) to vault over any quagmire donning, supporting, and trumpeting strong unimpeachable constitution, thus concludes my electronic poetic haywire.