Mal de tete and mal de mer
Are animals I cannot bear.
Or anamaculae perhaps --
At any rate unpleasant chaps.
Such maleficent afflications
Rate severest maledictions
Maladies and maladose
Sorely multiply our woes.
At least they are malicious sprites
That make a hell of days & nights.
Malajustments in the strife
Of our normal formal life,
Malappropriate to all
That's good upon this earthly ball.
[Below the poem, which is typed on a fragment of envelope is written in black ink what looks like: R+R 7/3/58 LIFE 8/27 R+R Peck 10/15/58]
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