Dear Herb:

I LIKE TO MEET U

I WICH,

i wich i could take your hands and tell you how much i love you.i wich i could turn into a tree soas to shade you when you,re hot. i wich i could be he an unbrella so as to cover you when
the rain is falling.i wich i could turn into an ocean and wash away your tender skin.how i wich i could hear the love of your life.

you can mail me any time ok.

--Justina Sylvanus


Dear Justina:

I wish I could turn into a penis so I could have sex with you.