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Glory was the Winner
When consulted, the mailman said,
"Sure, put a little daisy on the mailbox if you want."
So we all put on daisies.
Martha put one daisy.
I put up two, the girl down the street put on a marigold.
The mailboxes were now in a little competition.
One day we discovered Glory had bested us all.
Her mailbox was saturated in a bed of purple clematis.
The joke was on her.
She received this note “mail cannot be delivered due to bees
until removal of bush”.
Copyright ©
Caren Krutsinger
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