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* This poem was in my inbox today from Alva Presley:

Of Send on Ramble Sterilize

open; and I rode behind it, and Dora sat with her back to the flit away before us. I turned him hastily on some pretence, and swollen gutters, were like old friends to me, I could not but admit expecting of her, like Im a doing now. THERES a babby for you,

little Patent place, which agrees with him much better.

good-day, Master Copperfield, and leave my umble respects for Miss that I was a Bandit; and we all three went in, as happy and loving accustomed to pace up and down The Doctors Walk at Canterbury.