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postage meter
in a telephone menagerie
with earth*girl
i toy with the buddha conviction
spinning like walking the dog
weaving a new scenario
in melange of metaphores
that travel through
the cool silent crunch
of winter
with postal workers
delivering you
the sentiment
little do they know
the tenderness within
the mirth that dangles
on each word
or they would deliver with
a skip and a hip hop
on the postal beat
