the mailman everyone wishes they had. he delivered letters & bills & neighborhood news with grand good cheer. when the sun was shining just so, he'd sing "pop goes the weasel" and finish with a flourish by jumping up & clicking his heels.
I'm a cook. And I write, sometimes about food, mostly poems. I make stuff. I get lost. I'm worried about vanishing bees, melting icecaps, the decrease of civility in the world, seedless watermelons, and whether there will be enough time for me to get it all right.
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This I'd love to see!
I'd totally forgot about him...I remember how all of us kids would like beg him to do it...makes me feel like OB was a little like Maybury...~Em
OB was our Maybury Em!!!
How cool is that! Our mail carriers have always been a little surley.
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