Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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At the start of the second paragraph "a" should be "A" "rec'd" is a little vague and perhaps would have been better presented in its entirety as "received", though there might be a reason why "rec'd" works better here. Up to you.

Leslie Blackwell Leslie Blackwell
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Need to add a full stop at the end of barely but there

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been a while, i'm sorry; but i've been on a long road witn no pen or intenrent.

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i loved her more when i was sober.
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We had been noting but mere children acting older than we were
Thought we were in position to be know more and know even better
than our parents, the ones who said we would have another lover.
We damned them to hell, thought we were the only ones not bitter
but it's funny how now we are unable to ignore that calender
which hangs on the wall, dropping pages into a pile faster than ever.
Evidence of all they told us, the proof we denied with eyes full of water-
planned to elope on the next full moon but then came the harshness of winter.
If we made it through such a seas of horror we knew we'd last forever,
yet those nights were long as we read books to fight off the nibble
of Jack Frost trying had to swallow or digits, to eat whole each finger.
Me, nothing but a meager man of simple means, inside met here is no deeper
sense of poetry, no philosophy, and it was clear you'd be a mere spectre
once spring came and you were by the side of a stranger, some foreign scholar
whom gave me the first impression to handle him with a trait forgotten long ago-
but chivalry, is both barbaric and heroic all the same yet i made no argue
when she explained he's seen the world and offered her to visit lands so queer! i may be a man made of nothing but passion for one person, I couldn't say no.
That was clear, even a fool like me knew if you love something set it free.

a while her parents would give me half cast shadows bordering of, "told you,"
and, "i am sorry," but I knew neither was sincere, through them I saw so easily.
I just hope the best for my only love, that that sweet talking foreigner
held up his promise and wasn't the kind to sniffing around for a new conquer.
I rec'd a letter once a month from her, her seal of house etched into the paper;
but I could barely bare to read the words she wrote me, mostly they did appear
to be nothing but apologies, rants in poetic prose, explaining he was a liar-
and in some lain she was kept,the world she saw not at all, with a mind clear,
he sold what little he had and armed himself with a compass, sword and honor. 1 comment

Although he longed to tell his 'in laws' how wrong they were of that stranger,
and how their daughter was will kept within a dungeon being passed like dinner.
Yet he hadn't the heart to be so cruel to them as they to him, he made a smile
as he sought out north to the ran down castles he knew existed, barely but there 1 comment

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