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The good gesture
I'm typing a letter to you, remember the type writer? "ya, you do." Anyway I thought it would be a nice jester to write this letter, but it really is hard when I have nothing to say.
I had a brain storm at a quarter till four this morning then had the idea to write down some notes, then decided not to bother and burned them in the ashtray.
I couldn’t sleep so I made a Jacks n' coffee and sang a song or two on the Karaoke channel. ( I know Karaoke is crazy.) but oh well.
After listening to my raspy voice my dog starting licking himself and I decided this was my call to call it a night, or morning. (Whatever.)
I took a nap for a few and am now awake it’s six twenty two (to be exact) and I want to write you this letter. I still can't remember those notes and have nothing to say and my dog is sleeping like a log. (must of had a good night.)
Anyway the time is wearing and I'm out of Jacks so I need to get me some for my morning coffee and toast.
I give up this letter, this writing and this damn type writer.
It sounded like a good idea, but apparently wasn’t. ( I have been wrong before.)
So when I get back from zeppes I'll give you a call and tell you all about this letter and it's journey.
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