The postman comes when I am still in bed. "Postman, what do you have for me today?" I say to him. (But really I`m in bed.) Then he says - what shall I have him say? "This letter says that you are president Of - this word here; it`s a republic." Tell them I can`t answer right away. "It`s your duty." No, I`d rather just be sick. Then he tells me there are letters saying everything That I can think of that I want for them to say. I say, "Well, thank you very much. Good-bye." He is ashamed, and turns and walks away. If I can think of it, it isn`t what I want. I want . . . I want a ship from some near star To land in the yard, and beings to come out And think to me: "So this is where you are! Come." Except that they won`t do, I thought of them. . . . And yet somewhere there must be Something that`s different from everything. All that I`ve never thought of - think of me!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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