MONDAY AT 3

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             Postman, I can really use a hand.

             Postman, I really hope you understand.

        I've gotta the money to my honey.

        It's gotta go.  Please don't say no.

        It's gotta get there on time.  It won't be fine.

    It's gotta get to Burlington, so she can have fun.

        1,250 miles.  So, she can have smiles.

         A letter delivered, a situation bettered.

   A new friend, found.  A situation unwound.

    She's gotta pay for the phone.  We won't be alone.

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Lesa Gay's picture

Sounds like you were trying to help out a sweet laddy in destress. I hope she got the money in time.

Blessings,
Lesa