Moonkey's Lafe

  Deerly Star Followers, Fans, Laving Ladees (LEEPING) and Lavers of ALL things Astrologee, Don't be fooled into thinking I am napping. NO, Frands, he (I) am seeing far into tha fewchure. Here are hisn (MINE) predickshuns forn 2021!!!!! HE will git menny treets, meets, pampkins. Hisn AMO will git him sum liverwurst fram secret fingers. Ninjoke will hide pupkorn fram him in tha bedroom. Papa will PICK HIM UP so he ken relacks whan it is time to go upstares. MAM will refuse to let him on hern lap to rest hisn weery hed on hern bosom. However, he will go to tha beech wan grate deel and drive between adn betwixt nu york and tha sandbank. He might go to cowgirly if you given him foods. Not-carin' will continyou to send BAR fotos and git chocolates and feed cats and drank kofi and git wan job. Harry will git wan promoshun and make more peeces and cook gud foods. I ken see sumthing far far away. ARen they wokking under pom trees or under wan ISIS flag? Nobady ken see that far but they

 First make suren you wok on fore legs. It will grately relief yourn back pressure. #2, read louise l. hay to lern about: "back pane". Next, put tha hotpatch under yourn sore back. Then, git wan handfull of panekillers and take them with pupkorn orn "noochkorn". Finally, stretch and rolled on yourn back lake a hedgehog. And finally, wair compression sox. lastly and most importantly, go forn wan wok while your useless arms whitch kennot  be used forn wokking lake smart kreetchurs, aren swinging freely. and finally, git enuf sleep. if you ken, sleep all date and all nite and then a bit more except forn bathroom and eeting. velo, see how you ken git onto all fores.

 "deerly" lavely ladee. Wan lettle bird (he is wan shy red-heded woodpicker fram MINE backyard) tole me sumbady is having wan brithdate! here aren sum grate fotos that ken bringed wan smile to everybady's face. and of course, WAN BRITHDATE POME!!! GENTILE AMO She keeps hern voice calm and soft She speeks in dulcet tones She says "how is mine lettle maus" To mine mam on tha fone She cries wan mam had wan clot She weeps wan TV is sad She softly laffs wan she sees dags play And kwietly shens wan tha gurls aren bad She woks so softly upon tha urth In Brikenstalks each date thisn yeer She kwietly drops foods fram laden fingers And wispers to him "heren you aren deer." MINE AMO DEER MINE LADEE I WISHT YOU A NU VAXSEEN DRY FLORS GRATE HELTH MENNY SANDBANKS BEECH WOKS AND PEECE ON URTH PLUS WAN IPAD FRAM HIM (beckon, whom gits the best gifts for everybady.) hoppy brithday fram tha best engel ever whom had spent menny, menny, menny, menny peeces on tha ipad but