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Originally posted by Vets Dottir
My dear, dear, Master R.,
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Ah, dear VD/PW
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Oh dear, Oh dear, have no fear that the Master Sun-Ball-Win-Ton-Ning is hogging the computer tippy-tappable-ness from the wee bittie VD/PW ... when he works (almost daily, often all day, usually variable hours) and when he's on the settee he's either snoring or mainlining sounds and images (did I say SOUNDS??????????) along with favored beverages ... therefore, leaving the wee bittie me access to this new-fandangled-technology that requires manual tippy-tappy-tasks to my hands and hearts ability and content.
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Oh, that's alright then. Anyway whenever you need the computennmaschinenn gerät, just give Winjif Ballspin a couple of beers and send him to the settee for his noisy dead man act.
So you have.
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I'm not dead yet though  so am quite capable of profuse tippy-tappy-ableness at whim .... whim hitting ... well ... at whim 
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Whatever. . . . . . . . .
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Your dear, dear VD/PW 
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Indeed dear lady, do you know when you get there, if the stores are all closed, with a word you can get what you came for.
If there's a bustle in your hedgerow don't be alarmed now, its just a spring-clean for the May Queen.
Dear lady can you hear the wind blow, and did you know, your stairway lies on the whispering wind.
He, he; that's got you. . . . . . . . . .
R.