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Not distance but weight—that’s how they decide
what to charge you for postage. So wrap it up tight,
to the post office take it. They’ll ask what’s inside.
Not distance, but weight.
They’ll stamp it and date it and route it just right—
making use of a network that spreads country-wide—
from depot to depot it’s quick to locate.
My spirit is with it, along for the ride.
I’m ready and waiting, I hope it’s not late.
I’m sure they’ll get it to where I reside—
not distance, but wait.