10,030. AFTER TEA CAKES AND THE PUDDING PIE

AFTER TEA CAKES 

AND THE PUDDING PIE

Then came the cholera, and we had to

flee. There were 3800 dead by the end 

of July. I went northwest, to the Village

of Greenwich, but it wasn't enough. I too

was dead in five weeks. Though I'd heard,

(luck be good) you'd made it to Philadelphia

by wagon and are still around. That's good.

For I miss you, but there's nothing here now.

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I hope you can stay there a long time, yes,

but just as much I admonish you to keep 

moving  -  get to clean water and countryside

raw. These city places are sick and stricken,

and yours is no different. It's just time.

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Landed and bound, there's but trouble coming. 

Take to the sea, my good friend, take to the sea.

(Then came the cholera and we had to flee).