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Thursday, 13 June 2013

Mail Call

By Henry Lowenstern

Our mailman comes once every day
with catalogs and bills to pay,
Or, even better,
a personal letter
from a grandchild far away,
in L. A., Marseilles, or Mumbai.

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Posted by Ronni Bennett at 05:30 AM | Permalink | Email this post


Very nice..I think as Elders we are like old time Army folks, who waited for mail call...those are some exotic locales of grandchildren, my crew are in East Harlem, NYC, Fayetteville, NC., Michigan about to relocate to Boston for Grad School..I thought about putting them into a rhyme, but decided quickly against it...Catalogs are a whole other hobby, aren't they?

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