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Nov 2013
My mailman should be burnt at the steak
Too often do I run into him during his daily
affairs with the same demented smile on his calloused visage
What does he know?
What does he possess that I lack?
I'm beggening to think that
he's reading my letters
Here's to you, ******.
JC Moyao
Written by
JC Moyao  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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