And what a curious one it was,
The quick return of a washed white
Parcel, made now marmalade
With travel of the every
man's many hands.
Charcoal markings neatly
Large
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J. Alfred, crossed
Neatly pleated wayward
away away, cuffed and rolled
NO LONGER AT THIS ADDRESS
It slightly says but shouts
That he's finally dried
Of toast and tea and
Coffee beans.
Do I dare, do I dare
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