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31 THE POST OFFICE There was a time in this triangle one could mail a letter And it would be delivered; There was a time one could mail a postcard And it would be delivered. There was a time the letter contained cash And it was delivered—on time even. Not so today: letters are fire and our post offices Rocks by promethean versions tormented. Letters are late if they get there at all, Usually chopped off at the edges For security reasons, they argue. But then the cash is no longer secured. An envelope of pictures vanishes into Thin air—it contained no cash and so Valuable family pictures are trashed. Proof of A family’s history obliterated by a worthless brigand. The envelope contained only printed matter, No cash—and so valuable documents go missing, Leaving scholars without certificates, Baptized first communicants and the confirmed Without the Bishop’s imprimatur. Let the eagles on more liver feed, after all Amour Mezam, Guarantee, Transportation Lines offer better services. What a shame! ...

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