matthew harris

i made an innocuous appearance on this firmament january thirteenth nine teen hundred and fifty nine!

i call myself the muster shake e spear bard of belmont hills
who stumbles along the boulevard of broken dreams with jack sons and jills
with penchant to feign be troubadour
whose words akin to skein of twirls and trills!

me meadow fore play of sorts
while trying to decipher this email
from what might come across
as some discombobulating guy.