“And then I stand on tippie toes”

Mail comes and Goes and where it stops,
literally no one but the postman knows.
I sit at the window as it comes and goes
and then I stand up on tippie toes
to reach the long awaited mail,
just to find out it was a flyer for kale.

This was written by Annalise (11), who lives in Ontario, Canada.

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