The past few days on the ship were terrible. I've vomited twice today (ugh). I try
to knit but, with the rocking of the ship I keep dropping my work.
Oh, how much longer
I can take it, I don't know. It's getting pretty lonesome down here, so I made up a
song and this is how it goes:
Oh me, oh my
I thought I saw a tsetse fly.
Oh me, oh my
I think I'm going to die.
Oh me, oh my
I'm not going to die.
Yahoo, hooray,
Oh I'm so glad Oh me, oh my I think I need to fly and eat some pie.
Mary Grace Brown
P.S. Curse those agents!
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