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Onderwerp: Open Breef to Mister Poutin
Dare Mister Poutin,
Excuses that I right to you in English, butt my Russish needs to be
vized by. I read in de gazets that you have an underseer in panne
somewair in the Limburg, I think in Beringen. To fix that must not be
from the cat, but as burgermaster of the greatest heaven in Flanders
fields, I stand of course clear to help you a hand. It shines that your
underseer lies fast on the bottom of the see and that the matroses sit
without air. I dispose of a very good corpse of underwaterdivers and
they kan naturally throw a bleak at your underseer to look if they can
give your matroses some airbottles so they can asem their longs full. I
have been without asem once too, last year when I sat fast in the lift
and I know that is not for laughin.
But for all: my heaven has hopes of sleapboats that can fare to your
underseer to treck it back right and to sleap it to here. So the
Cookietowns sheepswarves kan herstell the panne and callfather all the
lecks.
Thus if you need some bystand, just bell me up or expedit me a male at
this adres: leontina@Vandertwijg.com (all other males are naturally welcome
to, so long as they stay proper). I would be so tristy must ther
overcome something with you're matroses.
Good mood and cop up,
Leontina Vandertwijg
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