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[[IMAGE:  drawing of an old Santa with patched clothing by Wm Box]]
[[IMAGE:  drawing of an old Santa with patched clothing by Wm Box]]
copyright 1956 by box cards, inc.  Los Angeles 48  "ours is a ticklish business"
copyright 1956 by box cards, inc.  Los Angeles 48  "ours is a ticklish business"
seasons greetings [h/w in red] Bobby Markel circa 1966


am on the brink & wait for the world to push me over.  I can't seem to [[underlined:  nag]] myself into it.  I wanted to write - And wrote!  And now that desire is [[underlined:  satisfied]].  There's no [underlined: push]  somehow to do (such a little bit, really - but grueling) thinking  & organizing.  I [[underlined: hate]] me for it & feel so [[double underline:  frustrated]].  Maybe it will come, I don't know.  Oh, now I want to get rid of it - And do another - Have millions of notes but this "finished unfinished" monster keeps me battling myself continually -
am on the brink & wait for the world to push me over.  I can't seem to [[underlined:  nag]] myself into it.  I wanted to write - And wrote!  And now that desire is [[underlined:  satisfied]].  There's no [underlined: push]  somehow to do (such a little bit, really - but grueling) thinking  & organizing.  I [[underlined: hate]] me for it & feel so [[double underline:  frustrated]].  Maybe it will come, I don't know.  Oh, now I want to get rid of it - And do another - Have millions of notes but this "finished unfinished" monster keeps me battling myself continually -
   Yes - I will call your friend & thanks - Julie got to the MLA conference in N.Y. to stand on the block & show his back gums once more, we want to get out of this foul city.
   Yes - I will call your friend & thanks - Julie got to the MLA conference in N.Y. to stand on the block & show his back gums once more, we want to get out of this foul city.
     I was so sorry - really, to hear bad news of your family - You have surely had your share - But then, with almost [[underlined: everyone]] these days, I'm afraid to ask, how are you? - So another year, & we'll all have to make it!  on this cheery note - I wish you every thing good. for the coming - Yours, Bobbie
     I was so sorry - really, to hear bad news of your family - You have surely had your share - But then, with almost [[underlined: everyone]] these days, I'm afraid to ask, how are you? - So another year, & we'll all have to make it!  on this cheery note - I wish you every thing good. for the coming - Yours, Bobbie

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Christmas card File:Drawing of an old Santa with patched clothing by Wm Box copyright 1956 by box cards, inc. Los Angeles 48 "ours is a ticklish business" seasons greetings [h/w in red] Bobby Markel circa 1966

am on the brink & wait for the world to push me over. I can't seem to underlined: nag myself into it. I wanted to write - And wrote! And now that desire is underlined: satisfied. There's no [underlined: push] somehow to do (such a little bit, really - but grueling) thinking & organizing. I underlined: hate me for it & feel so double underline: frustrated. Maybe it will come, I don't know. Oh, now I want to get rid of it - And do another - Have millions of notes but this "finished unfinished" monster keeps me battling myself continually -

  Yes - I will call your friend & thanks - Julie got to the MLA conference in N.Y. to stand on the block & show his back gums once more, we want to get out of this foul city.
   I was so sorry - really, to hear bad news of your family - You have surely had your share - But then, with almost underlined: everyone these days, I'm afraid to ask, how are you? - So another year, & we'll all have to make it!  on this cheery note - I wish you every thing good. for the coming - Yours, Bobbie