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Bit of a laugh

I write real clearly, upon the page,
Careful folding, yes taking an age.
Put it in the envelope, stick together so,
Write the address, of where it will go.

I walk to the shops, this letter to be post,
Letter in hand, this part I love the most.
Putting the letter, inside the post-box,
Not noticing that, the stamp I had forgot.

My doorbell rings, I answer the door,
There stands postman, my letter I saw.
There is no stamp, brought it in my sack,
To your address that, you wrote on the back.

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