Dear Lost Souls,
Behold the weather Crap, Crap, Crap
Behold the Sun, it naps, naps, naps
Behold the Haberdashery, it shine, shines, shines For your presence, it pines, pines, pines!!
Cocktail hour is on!! Brave the tempest and join us for the sanctuary and warmth of our weekly constitution of fellowship. I promise: No more poetry. Please feel free to stop by for a quickie (please notice revised spelling!) or linger indefinitely.
Yours,
Greg
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