Dear, i thought i drop a line
The weather is cool
The fooks are fine
I'm in bed each night at nine
Ps i love you
Yesterday we had some rain
But all in all i can't complain
Was it dusty on the train
Ps i love you
Write to the brown's just as soon as you're able
They came around to call
And not burn a hole in the dining room table
Now let me think; i guess that's all
Nothing else for me to say
And so i'll close, but by the way
Everybody's thinking of you
P.s. i love you
