...........................................Sit Right Down............................................

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I'm gonna sit right down
and write myself a letter
and make believe it came from you

Dear Paul

Forty-four years and forty days ago,

I began my endless sleep and your mother

 did the same forty-four years ago, come October.
Then–and only then–did you become the perfect son.

We love you madly, we need you badly but no time soon.

I love your mother but I also love Eleanor.

Eleanor loves it when she and Grace laugh in my face

or behind my back or anywhere they want to.

Eleanor loves me but not as much as she loves Carol.

However, we do not want to see you here anytime soon.

Elanor insists that her daughter kiss our daughter's daughter's son.
That would be Sam and Grace's great-grandson:

Christopher Owen

That is, Mr. and Mrs. CarPeo must get 

their collective ass to Virginia,

en route to Long Beach. 

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