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POSTMAN’S KNOCK

By

WHIM WHAM

How far ahead, Sir, is the Time When we won’t write nearly So many Letters as we now do, signed Faithfully or Sincerely, When we won’t receive nearly so Many Either, at 40 Cents Each as we did when we didn’t, seriously, Count the Expense?

Or how many Months will it be Before the 40 Cent Post Will Itself have drifted into History With the Pigeons, the Ghost Of a Whistling Postman, when Everything Has changed — for the Better! And private Correspondence is a Luxury, At a Dollar a Letter?

So lick your 30 Cent Stamp, Sir, Or wet It with a Tear, The Corporation Slot will swallow it, And the Time draws near When I (for One) will put off writing Even longer than I now do, The kind Letters — and the unkind Cheques — Which I owe YOU!

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Press, 13 December 1986, Page 24

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144

POSTMAN’S KNOCK Press, 13 December 1986, Page 24

POSTMAN’S KNOCK Press, 13 December 1986, Page 24