The Postman
I am going to marry the postman
As soon as his wife runs away.
It might be tomorrow
What bliss and what horror.
But it certainly won't be today
I think I shall keep my own name
Despite what the postman might say.
For I've got so used to this
My history's suffused with it.
Post me a prayer for today
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