I hope this finds you well. I hope the pines are swell. I mope at finals when I hear the bell. I rope my mind around every cell. I cope just fine with you and Estelle. I smoke dope and do lines and go to hell. I lope with the lions who live in the dell. I grope around where darkness dwells. I say nope, nope, nope to William and Tell. I fine the Pope for committing a bagatelle. I go down the slope to the carousel. I come up with a trope to stand for all the newest personnel. I hope this finds you at the bottom of a well. (Andrew Shields, #111Words, 13 July 2026)