While he rides on his bicycle with a whistle
He speaks to himself; 'One day I would like to be a postgraduate.'
And he writes on a postcard address to his fiancee.
Yet he couldn't post it due to the long-standing postal strike.
* [The Campus wall is too high to jump over for a handicap.]
To all my friends Sandra, Alison, Jerry, Denis, Max, George, Duncan, Dave and et cetera...................in gratitude.
Very wistful and poignant. Thank you for the dedication, my Sri Lankan friend. Warmest regards, Sandra
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Nimal, your unique mix of playful humor and angst charms this reader - post-graduate vs postal is delightful quirky. Thanks very much for the dedication. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥