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The thatch up higher
on the P. O. roof
a touch of home
as not aloof!

I estimate my grain of salt
not of default
what e'er is left
within the vault!

The stamp, still cheap
for all the business worth,
a sentinel of giving
Govee's own gloved reserve!

We lose it so, and then deny
our griping was the reason
not defy
our simple freedom, mails reply!

I bartered not the choice
my family moved
but first had voice
and still conserved, the mailed invoice!

The railroad stood as gain, once here
the building same ~ not premature
an older statute would endure
but P. O.'s regulations pure!

So, if and when, the P. O.'s bust
this small town's future
needing . . . . just
a line or two ~ can still amuse ~

will sure seem empty ~ a recluse!



Note :   So Many small towns, losing their little collection stations.  Seemed like a 
composite of fortune ~ just that small letter, or personal note.  Even an unpaid
bill at least got to you, to your own hands.   With the composite of money handlers
savings are being trafficked into so many schemes.  I loved those old buildings, and
the friendly tellers, from down home.  They made America dignified!

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