Hello, how are you?
It sure has been a long time. I wanted to tell you
I met a colleague of yours today and we shared
stories about you over a glass of wine.
Anyway, he seemed to know you well,
(shocked to meet me)
and he filled me in on the recent chapters
of your (storybook) life as he took me on a casual stroll down
(your) memory lane. Lovely it was, full of sheets
of white canvas, of sailboat journeys off Cape Cod
and Perrier with a (surprising) twist…
It seems that in writing your memoirs
You neglected three rather significant
obstacles you had to overcome. Now, I know
you are a perfectionist, and the fruit doesn’t fall
far from the tree, so I was only too happy to correct your failing
memory and set the story straight.
(Memoirs are non-fiction, as you’ll recall
from your English Lit college days.)
So not to worry. Between the telling of the white
doves and multiple judicial decrees,
(no charge–consider it a gift)
where you should have mentioned
to diapers and bed-time stories,
I took the liberty to correct your oversight
and preserve the honesty and integrity of your story
by adding the words
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