Open Poetry #13 |
Mailman on Sunday |
Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Mail is delivered everyday, Except for Sunday, That’s the day I feel down, For I see no bag that is brown, Through rain or shine, He comes through, But come Sunday, He is not around. Ronil (One becomes god only when they have fully understood the role of being a human being.) |
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Songbird Member Elite
since 1999-12-15
Posts 2184Missouri |
Yes but now we've got EMAIL !! |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~And what exactly do you do with this mailman that you miss so much on Sundays? hehe. Kidding. - This was cute though. I know the feeling. I think we all do, or have at one point. Nice piece you, sorry for the teasing. *Peace Peace. |
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Xeonox
since 2000-04-01
Posts 1764CA, USA |
Thanks for the responses and for the teasing from SpitFire. Ronil (One becomes god only when they have fully understood the role of being a human being.) |
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