Not My Feet, My Seat
Each day our mailman makes his ride,and loses some more of his hide.Sliding from on and off that seat,backside bright red, just like a beet.Completely flat on both cheeks,he's worn down both round...
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Jim, This is a situation I dare say few of us have given thought to, but every word is true. I've never had a postman who didn't frown. Sylvia
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i love the guys who deliver our mail..........both of them are like friends.........give them hugs all the time........*smiling*
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My Dad was a postman and I was once a post lady! In the days where we carried the bag of mail in a bag hung from the shoulder! Left me with a touch of trouble ever since! Best bit was being out on...
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