With Mr Puppy as my last chance send, I did press unsend to you saying: it pleaseth me to be not sent today, mail-king, and dirty old man like, I hang around your PC with unwaving stillness in this the motion of your good day. “This is what I am writing now.”

There! I cry, now it is wrote in ink! Trailer for sale or rent! And zipped in the in-drive you are chuffing handled to grab.  


Take now what I have now unmade and remade on your Decem-Top.

See you, you Lord.


Peter

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