Dear, i thought i drop a line The weather is cool The fooks are fine I'm in bed each night at nine Ps i love you
Yesterday we had some rain But all in all i can't complain Was it dusty on the train Ps i love you
Write to the brown's just as soon as you're able They came around to call And not burn a hole in the dining room table Now let me think; i guess that's all Nothing else for me to say And so i'll close, but by the way Everybody's thinking of you P.s. i love you