Dear Slum,
I wrote you, but you still aint callin'
Left my cell, my and home phone at the bottom
I am sorry we have missed each other this time, like ships in the night
That gloriously Paint-ed avatar, lights up my day so bright,
When I might appear again, who knows the time or place?
There is nought for my dear Slum to do but watch this space.
Alas I'm afraid my time today is frantic and fleeting
We shall meet again soon, so becalm your heart beating.
A visit a day, the very antithesis of the doctor and apple,
But now I must go and watch Star Trek and have a wank over nurse Chapel.
Yours, forever and always,
Cumquat
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