Jules sat on the ledge gazing out into the sea
The paper flutter in the breeze, ever so gently
Grabbed a pen, straightened up, and lowered his hat
Thus he began writing, "Dear Nancy Marie-Yvette..."
I have but my best wishes
For the trip to the conference
May Spring brings, to you, renewal and rejuvenation
To cheer, encourage, and gird - for another confrontation
So, onward march into Seoul
And I bid thee annyeonghi kashipshio
A short note by Jules it is
Hoping to enliven and to bring peace
He folded the paper and tossed it into the light
It caught the breeze and then took flight
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