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Dear Mr. Australia, If you found this time has dwindled hasn't it? I'm sure you already know but...This is about my dear Mr.Jones the one I launder for and laugh with on cool Sunday morns. It isn't a surprise this letter like a momento long since lost waiting to reappear when you least have need of it. But we both know I can't always be here isn't that the melancholy of life? He wants us both but he'll pick you the desert rose over the rue and that is fine for I'll always love you both my friends. Just please don't let our memories become dusty rotting tomes. Dear Mr. Australia, Take care of Mr.Jones he likes horror movies only so someone

  As the story teller I suppose I must clarify things before I go on with this tale. Mothers are not the ones who give birth no only those who claim you are your mothers. In this way because the way time works no life giver can always stay to raise the little one who just took a breath. Being a time wanderer is the price they pay to allow their realm's cogs to continue on their pace. Fathers disappear completely and are very rarely heard of again. In Equestria they keep this quiet because only when you become a parent does your duty toll. In other worlds such as Earth it is given as a judgment or even punishment to many while others it tis a

Dear Elizabeth, I didn't know how to tell you this on that day where you saw me after excitedly exclaiming about a deer see my flood of tears and sit there without a fear. Dear, Elizabeth How to write this letter when you told a story that made my heart want to take yours on a path through dale and river to a cool place where the water spoke strangely in gurgles but clear and sweetly to tell you all the strength you held that the love that was bound for you was not like others that I your friend wanted to be there for you until another hand outstretched and enticed me to dance away from you to a place where you two could be alone

Some act as if it should be daggers through your heart for the one you love to pine after another even if you never been together. Darling if you fancy the moon and the stars more than you'd ever love me if the dreams and hopes of folly and life encapture you more than any word I could ever say then as long as your happy I'll take my leave. This path is long and winding we shall see each other often enough while you flitter in out with the butterflies and lamps of your life. But as long as your laughing or there's a grin splayed across your face. Then be happy and waltz that dance only you truly know and if you cry bitter tears of