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Voyage To the Bottom of This

Prevaricated Forth Write Declaration. As most every girl and boy taught back in the day, or more recently going to Zerns, a golden age of story telling, when rapt listening ears willingly leant eager attention to a riveting speaker such as this jolly shop o' horror keeper learned, modest, and non establishmentarian obliging self, ( who even now doth still yearns) to spin a tattling tale), this ole codger, who today more frequently, keenly, and patiently plods along memory lane then yesterday (along one, whose pathway, could be trekked blindfolded so often by foot thee trail traversed, (yet without ever feeling a sense of duff fete) over hills and thru woods thick with wary, scary, and Rem: markably hairy muppet like monsters, the author, who wrote 10,000 Leagues Under The Sea, (and other suspense filled stories namely the prolific writer Jules Gabriel Verne's), vivid imagination, would undoubtedly have experienced a field day in seventh heaven taking wooded rough hewn rudimentary walkabout by turns clear cut versus creepy simply to reach a one classroom per grade school, where masters did teach being apprenticed asper Art Of The Deal (latent within power to sound convincing, though "FAKE,)" but convincing legendary personal myths repeated to bolster appeal such as larger then life "Founding Fathers" unquestionable brazen, brave, and brass daring deeds across the Lake (Atlantic Ocean, whose worsted weave sub woofer - did make the 6:00 o'clock news the evening of July 4th 1776, and thus didst spake (perhaps with the help of Zarathustra) yet,...the under belly of such bravura involved take king (by subtle or obvious force) lands revered by Native Americans leaving a trail of tears, destruction, and death (more accurately genocide), thus my (expected patriotism) moored within wicked wake, hence aye avail muted tone deaf emotion on par with a charade particularly, where deportees of late awful treatment force me to a give a low (Failing) grade, where home of the brave land of the free do masquerade (or visa versa) makes a mockery, travesty, sham parade AND this chap feels as if, he too partook of murerderous indigenous raid!

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Date: 6/29/2018 5:16:00 AM
Hi Matthew.. I certainly enjoyed reading your interesting poem this morning. I hope you'll take the time to let me know your thoughts on my latest write. Blessings!
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