P.S., I love you. 

Dear I thought I’d drop a line. 

The weather’s cool, the folks are fine. 

I’m in bed each night by nine. 

P.S. I love you. 


Yesterday we had some rain. 

But all in all, I can’t complain. 

Was it dusty on the train?

P.S. I love you. 


Write to the Brown’s just as soon as you’re able. 

They came around to call. 

I burned a hole in the dining room table. 

And let me see, I guess that’s all. 
Nothing else for me to say. 

And so I’ll close, oh by the way, everybody’s thinking of you. 

P.S. I love you. 


I do my best to obey your wishes. 

I put a sign up I think. 

Now I got to buy a new set of dishes,

Or wash the ones that have piled up in the sink. 


Nothing else to tell you, Dear. 

Except each day feels like a year. 

Every night I’m dreaming of you. 

P.S. I love you. 

P.S. I love you. 


-Nellie McKay

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