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Or is it I forgotten am By dear neglectful Uncle Sam. Ask Anna how it is that she can't possibly me come to see And ask her if she cannot now Put forth rest of line undecipherable because of fold in page And not look back until she's done writing me a great long run of things all sensible and true Or if she likes foolish will do. You and I must be very mum While under Mr. Forman's thumb. Oh sister dear how do you do this cold, and stormy morning too I've read your letter sister dear