I guess my writing, is to no
avail, because not one letter,
has arrived in the mail. It makes
me sad, that you can't find the
time, to sit yourself down and
dropp me a line. Is it so hard,
every now and then, to take
some paper and pick up your
pen? To you, it may seem such
a task. But it's really, so little of
you that I ask. Just think about
what I'm trying to convey. Then
please, won't you send me, your
letter today!
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