I want each of you to know how difficult it is to be alone, even though this is better than having false friends. My thanks to all you sisters who read this, for finally I have found you. Some day, if God permits, I shall meet with you. Saludos desde su hermana mexicana,

ANA BERTHA

From The Desk of The Typist*

Apologies to all you readers

For errors made by my hand. I know it's disconcerting

To read "His word's as good as his band"

Or to envision "pink sil frounces

Over nylon encased pegs

Whirling around the dunce floor

'Neath ringlets of gold and auburn wegs."

Ah, the typist indeed is sorry,

(Or sorry indeed is she!)

Her heart is in the right place,

'Tho her fingers sometimes might not be.

*With special apologies to Sheila for mashing her literary tidbits into illiterate bits on occasion.

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