The MailmanA Poem by Donald MeikleA truck full of mail, packages piled so high the first thirty or so take forever to find. The roads are slick. The heater doesn't. The days last forever, and every once in a while I get to see Christmas in another child's eyes. All I need is elves. © 2011 Donald MeikleReviews
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3 Reviews Added on December 15, 2011 Last Updated on December 15, 2011 AuthorDonald MeikleHalifax, MAAboutLiverpool born,USNavy vet. Enjoying first marriage. three daughters, (two bathrooms) one until they left. (a tree that loves me) Poet thru geneology) Scot Irish. Living in New England more.. |

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