Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful and yet again I say wonderful. Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful and yet again I say wonderful.

Wonderful.

Wonderful.

Sweetheart! You are the rootin'-tootin'est!

Love you!

Dolly!

I saw your show and it was great.

Not really.

I mean not really I was there.

It was great, but I wasn't there.

Not really.

It wasn't really great and I was there.

Actully I was and it was great.

Except for the part when I couldn't be there.

But I was and it was great when I was there which I was not. Were you?

Well, here are some more wonderful words about wonderful words for
Julie Garnye.

-Livvie

What a pur-dee voice you have!

Love,

-Billy

Julie-

You are so talented.

Wanna share my Oscar with me?

TIGER, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder and what art
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand and what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? What dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And water'd heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?