Dear Mama,
I take pen to paper, ritin this here letter with a heavy heart.
Mama, I'm in a club called DKos, well, I guess it ain't no real club, there ain't no dues or nuthin. and I reckon about anybody can join up. but I keep a'readin how every cotton pickin body wants to throw me out. I reckon they don't care too much fer me.
Me, Mama,
Your little girl who heps the lil animals, the lil cherdren and them ole folks out at the county home.
so, Mama, I reckon all this here heartache's got me wondrin . . .
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