As we flatly fail to feel the difference between falseness and fellatio...wait 'til another day. It'll come." - Ano

 
 
 
l e f t           so farther
                                              out than    a
                           l e f t         fielder
                                              could confess
                                                                 to his overwrought   f a t h e r......
 
         a           farther left fielder no father
                           could fathom        especially
                                                           'specially given the
                                                                                             s l i pp i n e ss
                     of the ocean           on this approximated
                                                                                           calendar's  day.
                                                                                     (which saint is it   o w n e s
                                                                                                                      this  very day  ? )
         this very day that has no companion for so long so long,  so (much) much longer
         than your dead chylde lived on this beauty, shit-strewn earth.   Who can be so ripe
a benefactor as some'one of This One, whose death-rales echo through this ever ill conceived
mistructureded  ediface ( known as if a particular 'being's'') life-time.
                                                                                                            Life tyme/LifeTime/a
                                                                                                            life's worth of precious
                                                                                                  t i m e /  became his ransom here,
                                                                                                       this    fair autumnal   night?
                            One, any one, could not have prophesied
                             the glory that ensued beneath the white
                             blaz'ed night.
                                                  It was more as if some fool's
                     embezzled fortune,
                     so fortuned as the  
                     the day of his deep
                     release'
 
None of it was seen for it's coming, as ye might see the steam engine's approaching plume.
 
None were prepared, advised, or instructed as to how to behave.
They got
              it all
                     wrong.  
                               Yes, they     got   it    all    wrong.
                                                                                 (And perhaps even worse than that).
 
You, (we), will never know  ,either from this side of the old dear Moon, nor any other.
 
 
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