Dear Lexie,

Alright you, why be so quiet?

It's near your birthday, it should be a riot..

God has composed, a poem for you today

His favorite young girl

A size 2, I say..

Her carriage is small, like the beloved

A cherubim angel, she comes from above..

(I just hooked your coat to your doorknob. Hope you like it..)

Yours,

Mark