My dear readers, I have some good news to tell you. Upon completing my poem, I decided, on a whim, to submit it to an internet poetry competition. I am pleased to inform you that it won! They have accepted my work and are desperately keen to publish it, in order to bring my art to the masses.
All that they require is $500, which seems like a bargain to me.
I have sent the money stapled to a postcard. I will let you know when my work is in print, so that you can all buy yourselves a copy. The $500 outlay will quickly be recovered by the profit, and I will be able to retire a millionaire before June or July this year.
I must go now to practise my autograph for when I become famous.
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Horton, this is your mother. This is a con. Do not give them your inheritence...
Mother...mother...mother...
But how are you here...mother...?
Have you returned to me mother?
...mother?
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