Shana Punim – whose existence begat by this dada and da mama aye revel in your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by Chatting over the telephone, your aura, charisma, and persona finds me blinking back tear ducts ready to loose water works i.e. cry how fate gifted this papa, whose existence would be devoid without you, and purposefulness undermined if loss of such a daughter as thee (one young lady more valuable than words can spell), a reason to live would be shipwrecked with psyche marooned to die such emotional devastation, could never be quashed as gums mouthed or uttered fee fie Foe fum – jack (of Beanstalk storybook fame), would also lack will to live, (yes as would the giant), thence this grunting, groveling, and grieving guy forced to traverse terrestrial firmament like a zombie – hi king over vast boulevard of broken dreams, cuz I (re: this humdrum heir), his soul asylum inconsolably t'would reign if irrevocably punctured re:mortally wounded crane willpower to defeat death, could not be staved, stanched, nor stopped, but tis fool hardy (mill Laurel Lei) to allow, enable, or invite darksome, irksome, or unwholesome thoughts aim whence upon early woe, this dada brain he doth self blame rejoicing in your awesome, lithesome dame and winsome transformation into a beauty, a non-biased commentary I cannot resist to exclaim an angelic, beloved and charming progeny endearingly frolicking thru meandering time stream, perhaps... stopping at Donny brooks edge where iconic, edenic, bucolic flora and fauna doth frame, (maybe such infinitesimal instant per one direction hull story of your life via doth camera cap cha) if game to pose as a gamine hipster inspiring jazzy kindling mosaic – type meme before resuming skinny dipping back into waters of life, whereby experiential arcade beheld like a courtly table adorned many fancyfeast to BuzzFeed, the sights and smells before yar senses might appear as a charade boot upon scrutiny, ye exhibit hesitancy to inch closer comfort food MSG, gluten free and NON GMO beckons so ye haint a frayed to take measured steps further into verdant ever glade puzzled at cornucopia cob bulled together in laid without presence of any handy dandy blues clues maid.