| Write Me a Letter--Don't Print! It is the style I love so dear. It makes me cry and pulls out my strings. Ahhhhh!--- Cursive, how I curse the way you make me melt. Your words flow around me like water in a hot tub. You give me that neverending fever in my fingers as I use you, abuse you, misuse you. Do you worry that people do not take you seriously? Is it because of your infinite curves--your voluptuous nature that makes people swoon when they see you. Can you take the pressure of always having to look perfect? Oh poor cursive, your poor fate as a simple style. People do not understand your true beauty and the heartbreak you must feel when they mock you. How dare they learn you then never use you again? Are you only a shabby dress that is brought out for certain circumstances like boring business occasions when you are needed to sign a legal document that you do not want your perfection to grace because it is so horrible? Gasp, how can people treat you this way? Oh cursive, I am sorry. I love you, even though I would rather print. |
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