LETTERS

With apologies to Virginia

There are letters in my mail box, Every morning after eight

There are letters in my mail box, When the afternoon is late.

There are letters that are witty, There are letters that are gay, There are writers more's the pity Who haven't much to say

There are letters that are wheezy, There are letters that are good, There are writers who are cheesy, And who write in dreadful mood. There are letters that are brave, There are letters that are strong, There are writers who are slave, To everything that's wrong.

Letters come from Dick and Harry, And from other people too. From Girls who want to marry, And from nuts there's quite a few.

But I'm looking for a letter From a girl out in the West, And the day will be the better, When I read her merry jest.

I look forward to that letter From the one whose name is 'Virg.' For Though I've never met her, She always puts me on the verge.

She has wisdom, she had pride, She has vision that is wide,

She's a TV and a winner, But she'll never be a bride.

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by David

So. Dakota