*letter is written in dirty and unclean handwriting, and is left by a street kid at the bar for collecting*

The hope is not lost, but it does need a place to be. If not the place of old, how about the place of new? Did ya know some gnome might say mushrooms are mellow, but rarely yellow. While there might still some awful rhyme left in me, I will see if it holds any truth at the usual time.

*the letter is not signed*