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Words From the Master


				Master? 

	Revered master

	Dear Walt, my beloved master, my friend,
	my bard my prophet and apostle – 

				Dear Bernard

	My dear master!

Your good, long varied and loving letter
came yesterday and has been welcome and nourishing to meh. 

			My dear master!	

				I cannot reply properly,
				we have been treading air since.

Dear Bernard O’Dowd (and all the friends) 

		My dear master!

           Dear friend Bernard O’Dowd (& dear friends all) 

My dear master and (may I say?) comrade!

	I sh’d like to send you a little pocketbook b’d L of G
		as a present to be used by any of you & maybe handy

	My dear master!

Herewith are copies of my big book “Complete Works” …

				Dear friend B. O’D. 

	Well the New Year has come &
it is a dark foggy stormy glum day here – 

		As I sit her Jan : 13 rather late at night …

God bless you all – & see my words at bottom re-affirmed

		Evn’g – Well how are you getting along there
		10,000 miles f’m here – & “how’s all”?
		(as the black people say down south)

The Last drawn pict: “at 90” is the truest –
the London Il.. News one is disagreeable,
						foxy

	       			My dear master, I have received
				and heartily thank you for
				the papers you have sent  … 

	Just a word anyhow while I am waiting for my supper – 

				Master?

B. O’D. to W.W.
W.W. to B. O’D.

Cordite 28.1: Mulloway online October 2008

One Comment »

  1. Hah - that’s a crack. Love it.

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