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The letter box upon your street

Receives the mail from those he meets:

      Letters telling someone's news

      Or postcards showing local views.

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This letter here's from Aunty Pat
Who says she’s just deloused her cat,
     Whilst Uncle Mark is sick in bed
     With something that we all should dread.

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Now here’s some news I think you’ll like:
It’s something good from Cousin Mike:
     He’s passed exams which means that he
     Can enter university.

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A birthday card, and it’s for you -
Sent by your very kind friend Sue.
     Oh! Jamie's feeling very sad 

      Because he's fallen out with Dad.

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A parcel’s now popped in the box
Containing lovely woollen socks.
     That granny’s just a little gem:
     She sat for hours and knitted them.

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The love letters, the cards, the bills;
The kindly message of goodwill;
     The mail that causes others grief;
     The lengthy ones and those quite brief.

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The night's arrived, the post box sleeps

With mail inside piled in a heap,

      But after night there follows day

      When the mail van takes it all away.

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Then soon you'll all receive your mail 

As the post van travels hill and dale,

      And through your door it gently falls

       For you to pick up in your hall.

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