Dear John, I hear you’re married — imagine my surprise!
Perhaps I shouldn’t have tarried, when sparks shot from your eyes
My father says I’m lucky (for now my fortune’s mine)
If I had loved your wicked ways — I would not have a dime…
The gambler in your fantasy, of whom you might well be
Is thick with sweet surrender, a kind I cannot see
Your cracking gun reminds me now, that all good things do swell
as blowfish when in danger, and beds stuffed down a well
Dear John, I know you’re happy, your working girl has quit —
her job and now she loves you — for life —
she’s yours — to wit…
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agw
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