Dear Readers,

        Instead, this is not a notice at all. This is just a place for poetry and songs for no purpose weekly. Usually this would not post at the instant day but in the morrow. This time you will see a song include a man with a two-thumbed right hand.

With all due respect,
The Editor



                                Once I go home by my train,
                                A strange man there with one more thumb.
                                I hope I'll not see him again, 
                                I'm just poor and deaf and dumb.

                                There's a beauty name is Belle
                                with a gold coin there for sell.
                                I take out my thousand notes,
                                When the train's passing the cotes.

                                Oh, my dear, you're falling off
                                From the the train I'm saying of.
                                Don't be scared and don't be there, 
                                I'm holding your lucky hair.