At the age of 15

For you my dear Marlynn...
Sights of the innoscence matters man made
A bus-boy crunches travel for he ever paid
A fitter land, a band, a mommies hand
She liked Idea heth northwithstand lend
Tend's of money from the heth estate
The Child Harold Thus excludes a friend
And starts his way with beauty never mess.
Ovef wrath a bitter hand once have supposed
To be a lastless song - sleeping song stood cozed
For Eva put aside thy Orinoko triple blues
Ne she have opened clay by day a real truth.
If, you could tell me, went to rivers of beleive
Asked father by I moth If a thieft v'v
Looked positively fold by love you, ginny,
Have performed. On stritters of an anchor winny
That people drink on daily base due fold of time
Behind a palace versa hurt of law intence I clime
Meat cut home likely sterves attract.
Lights of the travelers eyes splender maid
Couldn't beleive it will make him bread baked
Lord thee shore left, saw aside, started cry
What have I lived for, I father cress, oh my?

777

Happy Birthday, dear Honey!
Wishing you the most amd money.
Let thee be sunshine always
And love matters, daily blossoms.
Let the miracle be in your life
And adventure - Your happy wife.

Reasons

Being late is time business
Kate had not fit rare' museness
We were told to receive a note
Clothers are slim, what are we hope?
Papers are missing in mailbox slot
Today dear Sergey is very hot
Friday is busy like mothers picknic
Maybe by law an author is sick?
Creating miserable minutes of luck
- Keeping my body with water that lack
Sugar? perheaps - What a chocolate deal
Looking for machinal wheel
For us to be sober on monday
That due... prescious holiday on Sunday
Indeed fellow, rothwery wine
Holds us this time - not mine.
Music it is, is a bee honey whizz
Seling various things we think
Please
As usual a day have passed
I worked a lot and at last
Waled out with a little surprize
Haven't been started applause
Bitter, that make us feell cool
I will tell about the duel
Rouge near door, opens across
You dear reader may think it's a loss
Yet, fellows, history this is just true
Giving us also some, litle clue.