(A Play)
Fourteen yearz now I halb been wading for sweet Halbut to return from the wars (little does she know Halbut Hare returbs suddenly to make an honest womb of her.)
H : 'Aim home Rosebeen, from the war y'know.'
R : 'Did yow git thee butter Halbot ?'
H : 'Ai've brort ya a negru Rosebeen from the war y'know.'
R : 'For me my very own for me Halbot ?'
H : 'Ai was always thinking on you Razebeem my own.'
R : 'Show me this very negru Helbout from the war, this is really living.'
H : 'No.'
R : 'What strange grurth has taken you Halford, am I not your very own ?'
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JOHN LENNON In His Own Write
Short Story'this correction of short writty is the most wonderfoul larf I've ever ready' ABOUT THE AWFUL ---------- I was bored on the 9th of octover 1940 when, I believe, the nasties were still booming us led by Madalf Heatlump (who only had one). Any...
