'Your Primary tab is empty.'
The words I am longing to read
each morning when I am confronted
with my Gmail's jumbled stampede.
No messages from my ex girlfriends,
no spam from my Congressman, please!
No invites to meetings and luncheons.
No newsletters chock full of sleaze.
An inbox as clear as the blue sky
after a rainstorm blows through
I fear is beyond expectation
till after my heavenly coup.
"Me, I use postcards."
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