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Dear Norbert Blei, what a surprise this early morning. My letter box was filled up with 384 pages. What else can I say……I’m eating it right now ! Thanks !

Well it’s blues in my house, from the roof to the ground,
Well it’s blus in my house, from the roof to the ground,
And it’s blues everywhere since my good women left town.

Blues in my mail-box, ’cause I cain’t get no mail,
Blues in my mail-box, ’cause I cain’t get no mail,
Says blues in my bread-box, ’cause my bread got stale.

Blues in my meal-barrel and there’s blues upon my shelf,
And there’s blues in my bed, ’cause I’m sleepin’ by myself.

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