An Old Dutch Letter
Eleanor,
My head belongs to your Eleanor.
It has been time and time again since
I have held you close to my lonely ego.
I pray your parents are feeling themselves
better than they did when I lived downstairs.
They could hardly walk, If I recommend.
Work has been something but a chore
for me and I prolong to be back in home.
Remember, crime never gives a refund.
In two perennials time, I will stop off
the final steeple of the boat and leap
from your arms into your eyes.
Just remember, that I regret taking
this pony from the bathroom stall
and my pants have become itchy.
Seriously,
George
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