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Dear J, you still say turn the other cheek?
I thought by now you would have learned
That such is folly, and be more concerned
With self defence – you know I think you weak;
That I despise your children, mild and meek.
You’ve had your day – the tables now are turned.
Your future, let’s be honest J, is bleak.
I’ll reign supreme, and you J, will be spurned.
But on a lighter note, how are you J?
It’s an eternity since I last wrote.
How is the weather there? I’m sure it’s swell.
Down here it is oppressive every day.
Just now I was assaulted by a goat
We call Old Nick – my bottom hurts like hell.