It was like all the universe' kindness
dispensed in my mailbox;
in typical days, it's just trash ads,
nagging bills, basic notices.
All of today's ecstasy,
expandable to a week
were all jammed in my mailbox;
and maybe forty-eight weeks
thereafter,
of standard anticipation, checking,
tearing, trashing.
Uy, nausab na man diay imo apelyedo Day! mao diay daghan ka nang mga trash mail, apil pod sa ako..lol
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God, you have a swift way about you, Melanie. Write it like a song. Sounds like my hotmail account. It bogs one down, the trash mail. keep on, lovely girl ~! !