Hello Hello dear Mary,thank you for your mail,
Poetry I've written,as I watched my whole life fail,
I'm glad it put a little smile,upon your pretty face,
So what,if we are far apart,I dont think its a race,
I too keep a pen and pad,scattered around my being,
And as you knows,lines of prose,suddenly are seeing,
The pie,or pies,oh greedy eyes,and honest is my pledge,
I stayed to long on desktop song,they darkened at the edge,
No,I dont mean burning crust,you reputation slater,
And bread just in,the baking tin,intend to eat some later
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