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Yours Truly

To whom it may concern,
Is this easy to discern?
My penmanship is bad,
So please don't be so stern.
 
Yours truly at the end,
As friendship works the pen,
It's how to say goodbye,
In a way that may transcend.
 
Add the stamp,
Then let go,
Hope its destination,
Is in control.
 
If the postal man,
Shows you that he cares,
Mail goes in a sack,
Toward a distant hemisphere.
 
Airmail,
Third class,
Global priority,
Put the postage on,
And then yell hurry!
 
I'm talking about moving,
From point A to point B,
It's a sort of a problem,
That won't add up to C.
 



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