Your letters now are much too long,
And stop me if I’ve got it wrong,
But reading them is not much fun,
When writers ramble on and on.
Each week another long tirade,
My will to live begins to fade.
I can’t imagine why they write ‘em,
They just go on ad infinitum.
D Peters
Hale
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