So dear John,
I wonder will this letter find you in time...time for what you ask, oh John... before the blink that fixes dreams.
what's that dear...oh John how I think of the many thoughts of you and to whom it never concerns but...oh never mind John for you are so many to me... like the lies it's self you are my first doe my boughton John off how many streets... but whoa as me John for you where my greatest summer to which I regained needed life thru self, an yet in the same to...