Hello dear cousin must drop a card once in a while again. How are you coming now a days . I every way some time up hill sometime down. There is a dance at W. Benesh week from Sat I suppose your going. When the golden sun is rising, When your mind from care is free, When your sweetheart you are kissing, Will you kiss him once for me. Now I must chop of so bye bye Friend and cousin Annie
Thursday, February 03, 2011
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