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I write these words to you, to tell you of my plight. And At the time of writin', I am not a prety sight. For my body is all bnlack and bruised, and my face a deadly grey. So I hope you'll under stand why Paddy's not at word today... Well, I was workin' on the castle tower and some brick I had to clear. But throwin' 'em down from such a height was not a good idea. And my forman bein' unpleasant (he bein' an awful sod!), he said I'd have to take 'em down the ladder in me hod. Now carrying down these bricks by hand it was so awfully slow. So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below. But in my haste to do the job I was to blind to see that a barrel full of building bricks is heavier than me. So, as I went down to cut the rope, well the barrel fell like lead. And clingin' tightly to the rope I started up instead. I shot up like a comet and to my suprise I found that halfway up I met the bloody barrel comin' down. Well, the barrel struck me across the shoulders as to the ground it sped. And When I reached the top I hit the pulley with my head. I spun around all shock and dazed from the almighty blow, while the barrel spilled out half it's bricks... forteen floors below. Now when these bricks had spilled out from the barrel onto the floor, I then out weighed the barrel, so I started down once more. Still clingin' tightly so the rope, I headed for the ground and I fell upon the building brick that were all scattered 'round. (And they were pointy side up too!) Now when I reached the bottom there I thought I'd pasted the worst. But the barrel hit the pulley and it's bloody bottom burst! A shower of bricks fell down on me, I hadn't got hope. And as I was loosing consciousness, I let go of the blood rope! So, the barrel now being heavier it started down once more and it struck across me smartly as I lay there on the floor. It broke three ribs and my left arm, so I can plainly say "I hope you'll understand why paddys not at work today."
Sincerly, Patrick Murphy
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