In Spit Junction,our post office has made way for “luxury apartments”. I didn’t even get to say goodbye.
Walking his route is one of the reasons Peter Thompson loves being a postman,but there’s one thing that worries him.
Where weekends are redacted.
Dad always kept things civil.
And a distress signal goes postal.
While boomers go on more than just a date.
Athletes shouldn’t splash on ceremony.
And judges benched their native wit.
You can’t pillage a village without breaking a few eggs.
While applauding Barnaby’s choice.
Who can take the lead.