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Sublimely safe in our paired embrace, we share  space with no others, throwing rocks to knock from precarious pedestals the prejudices missed at yesterday's respectful coconut shy. Vying to match the standard of outrageous excess, set expressly by those who spawned and raised me, ways spring to our ever fertile fancy, to bandy deeds iconoclastic in spirit. Prettily pirouetting on the party's cake, we'll fake the enormity of conformity - good for a lark! - to shed stark contrast on the next bout of flouted rules that we flutter, better than confetti.      We'll drop our pants and wiggle with our bums      until we've shocked all pompous dads and mums.