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since the grim reaper stole me mum

words my recourse to express

how fateful symbiosis

ma pop got snagged asper

one wonderful ambidextrous artistic woman

adroit nailing brad -

marsh a rose, the special gal grateful,

befriended my dad

many coe sure tokens of appreciation

doth figure me glad

how this poem ought to jump start

then motor along

the information superhighway,

cuz me iz the grown lad

of Boyce, whose re:comp pence,

pleasance, presence,

and importance - worth brings

each as mutual friend to the other,

whereat thine octogenarian widower papa

repurposed, regained, rebounded, et cetera,

and feeling quite at home in your pad

oh...and gratitude for allowing, and permitting

Matthew Scott harris tush hair his poetry,

which might immediately spur (an omg -

why didst aye enable vernacular speaking/

writing secular, and peculiar

sole son to rad

duck gull quaking scribe) fill

up the screen of your notebook or tab

let, or whatever the

name would be of electronic link

providing the access per bing linkedin

to whirled wide web,

and if we sustain stock key exchange of emails,

ye might be driven to drink

so much poison scorpion spiked ale,

then squinting eyes to resemble a chink

blocking any light to induce thee tub blink

as this fledgling poem strives to soar and alight

this barred bard will wonder if you didst delight

in re: ding this expressly feeble jesting bon jure lame

resulting take off tubby, sans a les miserables flight

never attaining maximum height.