If he sent it to the responants…
Dear Mr. Graydon
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My eyes are fully open to your awful situation
So Im writing you this letter to offer compensation
When the letter that you wrote to me arrived here tuesday morning
I discovered upon reading that we shuld have given you warning
Since the only possibility is that our wax is rancid
Im sending you a refund of all the money you advanced
Im sorry, but we have improved the floorwax batter
I hope you dont take your business else where
so I hoped we solved this matter.
Enclosed you’ll find a small container of the new stuff i talk about
just carefully remove the lid and
take a whiff if you’ve a doubt
I hope you did not have to alert the daily papers
about the news of how your office was affected by our vapors
which is why i choose to write to you this confedential letter
full of strong reccomendation that you use the new floorwax batter
I just hope it didnt require you to have your floor relaid
and if it did i will pay the bill.
Sincerley,
John Hudson
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Dear Mr. Hudson: (colon)
My eyes are no longer open to this awful situation
So there is no need to write a letter or demand an explanation.
The new floor wax that we bought from you arrived here Wednesday morning,
We dicovered upon usage that it required no more warnings.
I guess the only possibility is that the wax was rancid,
We need not, the money we advanced.
I think you have convinced you’ve improved your floor wax batter.
We’ll keep our business with you, you resolved this matter.
In the enclosed container, you know the stuff you talked about,
We took a whif, and smiled, without a doubt.
We actually alerted the daily papers,
With the news of how our office was without vapors.
I’m glad that you responded to my confidential letter
full of srong recomendations that you make your floor wax better!
We didn’t need our floor relaid, there will be no bill.
Sincerely, Trevor Graydon
Huh? Is this a Thoroughly Modern Millie post? I’m clueless!
Wow. Logan and Sam, wow.
My eyes are fully open to your awful situations
The lack of fun things to be done, lives without explaination
Though the letters that you’ve written here, at times, can be quite clever,
It amuses me momentarily that you have nothing better
To waste the day away on or to try and find solutions
On things that don’t suggest that you belong in institutions
Made for such insanity that you two clearly hold
And if I’ve thoroughly insulted you, I’m sorry for being cold.
Sincerely,
MIKE GRAYDON I MEAN DILLMOUNT.