Walk around, climb the stoop, shaking hands with the mailbox
Inside, what do I find? But a yellow envelope.
With gleeful grin and crooked smile shred seals and reach to what's hidden inside.
the words on the paper, the Mix tape (or modern equal)
a warmth, the joy, my own letter to come as a sequal
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