Dear Mr. Elliot,
Where are these women who come,
And go talking of Michelangelo?
Let us go back just you and I
With a wing man you’ll be fine
In many moments, many whiskey shots we’ll take
So many a good times we will make
Some of these sea-girls may even sing,
To ensure of our well-being,
And pacify our universe
So come the morning there’ll be more time
To ponder these decisions
That hopefully will not end
In criminal prosecutions…
Your pal,
D
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