And so my darling I know you'll excuse me now, because my eyes are bothering me, and I must wash my hair, press a shirt, mend stockings, wsa and then to bed to think and dream of Popsie, Herbie darling. Sorry I have to close, because I feel like writing, Don't forget dear, I'll meet you on the way at noon time.
All ways yours, Darling
Smoothie
The End
8:37 P.M
P.S I'll bet you were surprised to din this.. (Ha, Ha)