The
postmen work
The
years of good services
Slowly
it has been eroded
By
a few bad apples
In
the news again
Letters
never delivered
The
postmen threw it away
In
bushes or abandoned houses
Why
keep the trail around?
The
culprits should burn it
No
evidence no case?
Now
the internal probes
For
some the postmen never ring
No
letters no magazines no billing statements
The
days and months going away
Now
some know why
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