but I'm all woman.
but I'm all woman.
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I think Mr Mailman drove his little mail scooter to Greenwood Avenue, and checked out some woodfire pizza for me.
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And a lily from the east, quite literally so. (Mr Mailman likes to present flowers stalk by stalk, he doesn't like wrapped bouquets, for some odd reason!)
So at that moment, I was quite surprised- what's a mailman doing with so many nice things, waiting at my door? I think at this juncture the pizza smells came bursting into my nose, and that probably was what jolted me back to reclaim my senses once again.
And then I remembered;- I AM THE MAILMAN'S MISSUS!
So then I jumped up, and aimed my excitement onto his cheek
And that, one and all, is the story of how I kissed the mailman.
