Somewhere In Colchester Great Britain

Cupid loosed a love potion laced arrow alas and alack thy nineteen year young daughter Shana Aubrey, smitten with glassy eyed and feverish amorousness toward a English lad named Zak, she feels sad, cuz she iz to return back to the United States less than a month (with my youngest sister Shari Todd, and her other family members of the Dunning claque this papa, whose youth and ungathered rosebuds inter alia elapsed scores of years ago n'er did find himself as the fetching beau asper any pretty young thang, nar did I own a handy dandy blues clue how to appease biological call viz, sowing wild oats as pubescent time came due shortchanging natural predilection to gather rose buds at primal age but took refuge within a hermetically sealed cage which complex emotional edifice accessible equipage then (and now) solely in my possession, yet needle, sans measuring gauge now registers very low sexual excitation on face dial image. Though mine pre pubescent young life bereft shot thru being gun shy, hence threadbare warp and weft and as an emotionally troubled teen, never livingsocial, left a gaping figurative hole, aye n'er didst fabricate essential heft tee warp and woof, upon which adult inter personal linkedin knit wit get solidly stitched instead an irreparable threadbare cleft where tapestry remains unwoven though more deft nothing but cold embers left nor apropos for this lix spit tilled aged rooster, who can barely cluck to romp in accordance as a young buck or squawk like a trumpeting drake hula hooping duck thus, twas glad and breathed sigh of relief when, thee punim summoned verve and pluck to chap up affinity to discover visa vis unbridled passion unlike this old man with youthful romance, he never didst truck!