Oh no! I've lost your friendly lines?!
Please say tain't true....'tis just a lie!
You're just too busy, what with all
You must prepare for distant fall...?!
I meant to write you long ago,
But this-n-that came up, you know;
And what with things to do each day,
Spring's gone and summer's 'most away!
I'd not forgot you, gave you time
To busy be and then to write;
But I am owing you, that's all,
You haven't writ'n....it's my fault.
I must confess I could not think
Of much to write you....that's what stinks....
But I am desp'rate now, you know,
So here I come with little in tow,
To see if you are still quite fine,
And how you've spent all this long time.
Apologies in this I send,
Just knowing that we still are friends;
And you will send some lines I know,
For that is how it always goes.
To break this cycle would be nice...
But until then, late come my lines.
AUG02