MY THOUGHTS ON STANDING IN LINE AT THE POST OFFICE©Rob Hood 2003
GET YOUR TICKET FOR THE LINE
FOURTEEN TO GO, STILL FEELIN’ FINE
KEEP ON SMILIN’, NO NEED TO PINE
I’LL BUY THE STAMPS AND THE EVENING WILL BE MINE
I’LL COME ON HOME AND GRAB A STEIN
SOME DRINK BEER, I’LL MAKE MINE WINE
SO THE DAY HAS PASSED AND SAILED
NOW I’LL FINISH THIS POEM AND GET IT EMAILED
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