Dear Doc James:
Could not print out the letter I wrote to you last night, and that puts a weakness in me in the spot where I'm craving your strength.
this is the spot where i drew little doodles of the music i was listening to while i tried to cheer myself.
Bob Dylan
"...you gotta serve somebody..."
Pure Prairie League
"...won't you look at me and tell me, amie, what you wanna do..."
Spin Doctors
"...been a whole lot easier since tha bitch left town...i take that back i hope you're doin' fine...lil miss, lil miss, lil miss...can't be wrong..."
and then, some Kentucky Headhunters
"...too much purdy on 'er little white face..."
"...little rock and roll angel gotta style that's the talk of the town...causes traffic jams and stares in every crowd...just one look ain't enough..."
I wrote to you of things like lions and found and clipped ivies.
I wrote three pages and they all had nice pictures.
Now, without money for ink, I cannot print your letter and you shall not read my words.
BIG...FAT...SIGH
OnePeace, OneLove, Amie
here's another really sad part that didn't make it into the letter. i could not find stamps. (alas, forsooth, oh no!) fortunately, the temperature dropped below 100 after 8:00 p.m. so i walked to the grocery store for stamps. whew!
Could not print out the letter I wrote to you last night, and that puts a weakness in me in the spot where I'm craving your strength.
this is the spot where i drew little doodles of the music i was listening to while i tried to cheer myself.
Bob Dylan
"...you gotta serve somebody..."
Pure Prairie League
"...won't you look at me and tell me, amie, what you wanna do..."
Spin Doctors
"...been a whole lot easier since tha bitch left town...i take that back i hope you're doin' fine...lil miss, lil miss, lil miss...can't be wrong..."
and then, some Kentucky Headhunters
"...too much purdy on 'er little white face..."
"...little rock and roll angel gotta style that's the talk of the town...causes traffic jams and stares in every crowd...just one look ain't enough..."
I wrote to you of things like lions and found and clipped ivies.
I wrote three pages and they all had nice pictures.
Now, without money for ink, I cannot print your letter and you shall not read my words.
BIG...FAT...SIGH
OnePeace, OneLove, Amie
here's another really sad part that didn't make it into the letter. i could not find stamps. (alas, forsooth, oh no!) fortunately, the temperature dropped below 100 after 8:00 p.m. so i walked to the grocery store for stamps. whew!
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