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The
tired sun yawned a brilliant pink And
beyond the western horizon did sink The moon a silvery-orange did glow And
with its troupe of stars began the night show. And
in the amber light of the monitor sat he His
eyes twinkled with abandoned glee For
in a quiet corner a message did hail All
it said was "You've got mail" With
deft fingers and the click of a mouse His
excitement could have brought down the house The
mail he opened and the sender did see It
was none other than his lovely lady With
quick eyes and a quiet smile The
letter he read and all the while His
heart did skip to a hypnotic beat For
it would have danced had it feet The
letter spoke in words so clear Hugging
security and banishing fear It
held him closer with words unsaid His
emotions now were bereft of dread In
no uncertain sums it bade him well It
drowned outright the fires of hell It
spoke to him of sunny climes And
assured its presence in trying times And
in its laughter were hidden tears A
promise that would live beyond the years A
bond which would grow and hold him tight An
undying love which was his
birthright He
read the letter over and again The
unshed tears were not in vain And
the last line was signed by no other For
it simply and truly said "Your Loving Mother" The
moon now to slumber did go The
stars disappeared after a final blow The
sun peeked out from the east so crimson The light of the monitor a halo on This lucky son. ~Vikram
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YOU'VE GOT MAIL 
