E-mail to God.
Dear God, I am riting this to let you no
My Mom\'s coff got worse and she\'s now ad to go.
I dont no your E-mail but your everywhere
So sum angel will give it you God, cos you care.
Mom\'s gone to an ospital they called a Respite
I think that\'s the name - an I hope it\'s spelled rite.
They won\'t let me go cause it\'s too far away.
But they dont no she hates eggs, an she wont say.
\'Er pane isn\'t bad when she first gets in bed
But she likes extra pillas God, under er head.
My Mom\'s got red air tho she\'s not got much now
But she likes it combed gently or else there\'s a row.
She\'s got such good skin an a beootiful smile
She likes frilly nightys an keepin\' up style.
I \'ope someone there reads to \'er each single nite
Then says God bless ya an\' ope bed bugs dont bite.
I thought I would tell you sum things they wont no
And God, cos your busy, I will sign this off now.
But I so want to say - - - just before I press send,
She\'s got nobody there so please God, be \'er frend.
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