Dear Jane;
This card I'm sending may make you blue,
I hate to admit it, but I don't love you.
There's another woman in my life,
and I've asked her to be my wife.
She has a boy, he is my son,
he thinks that I am number one.
Please don't shed any tears for me,
I'm not worth the misery.
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A strait confessional letter adroitly crafted in a verse form. Enjoyed the boldness displayed. Thanks for sharing.10 points.