A little bonus poem not based on one of the pictures in the book. I'll write it inside the cover somewhere.
Who says it takes two to play?
I sent myself a card today.
The one from last year's in the drawer
And next year I will send one more.
If it wasn't for my well-known thrift
I'd buy myself a little gift.
But though my own card will suffice,
Someone else's would be nice.
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Better two days late than never.
Next year, still, I must endeavour
Conscientiously to find
A way to bring the day to mind.
I know you think that life is hard,
But as you clutch your lonely card
- And curse the wretched hand you're dealt -
Just think of how my Mrs felt!
An Admirer - but not in that sense (err, in the sense of admiration, I mean).
I didn't know you cared, Dave.
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