Wrote to my Judith. But have had no letter from her. Nor from home. "You ask me love, how many times I think of you a day.
I frankly answer only once And mean just what I say. The seem purposed [Illegible] hurt but wait and hear the sky me Pray
how can one do, more than once what one does all the time." Anagrams. Debt [dun] every lady twice credit, call regularly every
day I'll trust.