Dear Smith, <br /> My stallion is ready for the grand race and I promised him to buy new shoes. <br />That should be durable and not fashionable. <br />I want you to explain my situation dear, <br />I have a holey wallet in that never remains the colored notes. <br />My Windmill is very familiar with the racecourse and I am sure he would bring the prize home, this is a humble requirement and invitation from a forgotten old friend. <br />sincerely, <br />The lame jockey Surmise. <br /> <br />*Postscript <br />I hope you still collect the old coins and I have few silver that I can polish for you.My broken door is open at all for my drunkard old friends.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-undeniable-letter-to-a-farrier-who-lives-in-a-remote-village/
