THE POSTMAN'S CORNER
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GOOD MORNING POSTMAN FANS!
TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS,
HE LIVED ALL ALONE,
IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF
PLASTER AND STONE.
I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY
WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE,
AND TO SEE JUST WHO
IN THIS HOME DID LIVE.
I LOOKED ALL ABOUT,
A STRANGE SIGHT I DID SEE,
NO TINSEL, NO PRESENTS,
NOT EVEN A TREE.
NO STOCKING BY MANTLE,
JUST BOOTS FILLED WITH SAND,
ON THE WALL HUNG PICTURES
OF FAR DISTANT LANDS.
WITH MEDALS AND BADGES,
AWARDS OF ALL KINDS,
A SOBER THOUGHT
CAME THROUGH MY MIND.
FOR THIS HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT,
IT WAS DARK AND DREARY,
I FOUND THE HOME OF A SOLDIER,
ONCE I COULD SEE CLEARLY.
THE SOLDIER LAY SLEEPING,
SILENT, ALONE,
CURLED UP ON THE FLOOR
IN THIS ONE BEDROOM HOME.
THE FACE WAS SO GENTLE,
THE ROOM IN SUCH DISORDER,
NOT HOW I PICTURED
A UNITED STATES SOLDIER.
WAS THIS THE HERO
OF WHOM I'D JUST READ?
CURLED UP ON A PONCHO,
THE FLOOR FOR A BED?
I REALIZED THE FAMILIES
THAT I SAW THIS NIGHT,
OWED THEIR LIVES TO THESE SOLDIERS
WHO WERE WILLING TO FIGHT.
SOON ROUND THE WORLD,
THE CHILDREN WOULD PLAY,
AND GROWNUPS WOULD CELEBRATE
A BRIGHT CHRISTMAS DAY.
THEY ALL ENJOYED FREEDOM
EACH MONTH OF THE YEAR,
BECAUSE OF THE SOLDIERS,
LIKE THE ONE LYING HERE.
I COULDN'T HELP WONDER
HOW MANY LAY ALONE,
ON A COLD CHRISTMAS EVE
IN A LAND FAR FROM HOME.
THE VERY THOUGHT
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE,
I DROPPED TO MY KNEES
AND STARTED TO CRY.
THE SOLDIER AWAKENED
AND I HEARD A ROUGH VOICE,
'SANTA DON'T CRY,
THIS LIFE IS MY CHOICE;
I FIGHT FOR FREEDOM,
I DON'T ASK FOR MORE,
MY LIFE IS MY GOD,
MY COUNTRY, MY CORPS.'
THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER
AND DRIFTED TO SLEEP,
I COULDN'T CONTROL IT,
I CONTINUED TO WEEP.
I KEPT WATCH FOR HOURS,
SO SILENT AND STILL
AND WE BOTH SHIVERED
FROM THE COLD NIGHT'S CHILL.
I DIDN'T WANT TO LEAVE
ON THAT COLD, DARK, NIGHT,
THIS GUARDIAN OF HONOR
SO WILLING TO FIGHT.
THEN THE SOLDIER ROLLED OVER,
WITH A VOICE SOFT AND PURE,
WHISPERED, 'CARRY ON SANTA,
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY, ALL IS SECURE.'
ONE LOOK AT MY WATCH,
AND I KNEW HE WAS RIGHT.
'MERRY CHRISTMAS MY FRIEND,!
AND TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.'
This poem was written by a Marine.
We do hope you enjoy today's issue!
Cordially
Martin aka the postman
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THE COMICS
bummer
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/w056.html
adult classes
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/w057.html
it starts
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/w058.html
bacon
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/w059.html
for a quarter
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/w060.html
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LETS GO TO THE MOVIES
HAPPY HOLIDAYS ~ ITALIAN STYLE
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/481.html
The Muppets: Stand By Me
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/482.html
the cat
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/da/483.html
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POWER POINT DISPLAY
I think of you
http://www.thepostmanscorner.net/fpe/ppd530.html
Students at a Med School were receiving their first
anatomy class with a real dead human body. They are
all gathered around the surgery table with the body
covered with a white sheet. Then the professor started
the class by telling them:"In medicine, it is necessary
to have 2 important qualities as a doctor: The first
is that it is necessary that you don't get disgusted."
The Professor uncovered the sheet, sunk his finger in
the butt of the dead body, withdrew it and sucked it.
"Go ahead and do the same thing" he told his students.
The students freaked out, hesitated and subsequently
taking turns, sunk their finger in the butt of the dead
body and sucked it after withdrawing it. When everyone
finished, the Professor looked at them and told them:
"The second important quality is observation. I inserted
the middle finger and sucked the index. Pay attention people!!!"
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Sheila loved her two dogs, but they were very disobedient,
so she decided to take them to obedience classes.
The class was run by an old man. He was very strict but
seemed to get good results, and after several months of
regular attendance things had improved to such a degree
that Sheila was even considering entering her pets into a dog show.
But then one day, disaster struck. Sheila had to baby-sit
for her young nephew. All evening, the boy teased the dogs,
and by the end of the day both dogs were back to their old
habits - all the hard work and training was undone in a
single evening; it was as if they had never been to class at all.
Worst of all, it was only a few weeks before the dog show,
and she had already registered her entry. What could she do?
In desperation, Sheila decided to call a friend of hers who
also had two dogs of the same type that did behave themselves,
and asked to borrow them. Her friend agreed, and at the next
class Sheila arrived as usual with two well-behaved dogs.
But the old man wasn't fooled for a moment - as soon as he
saw them he knew they were the wrong dogs, so he called
Sheila over to the side of the class."It was a good try,"
he said, once he'd heard the story, "but you should have
realised that you can't trick an old teach with new dogs."
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Three guys are golfing with the club pro. First guy tees
off and hits a dribbler about 60 yards. He turns to the
pro and says, "What did I do wrong?"
The pro says, "Loft."
The next guy tees off and hits a duck hook into the woods.
He asks the pro "What did I do wrong?"
The pro says, "Loft."
The third guy tees off and hits a slice into a pond. He
asks the pro, "What did I do wrong?"
The pro says, "Loft."
As they're walking to their balls, the first guy finally
speaks up. He says to the pro, "The three of us hit
completely different tee shots, and when we asked you what
we did wrong you gave the same exact answer each time, what is 'loft?' "
The pro says, "Lack Of Fucking Talent."
BUFFALO BILL
Reparations Dave Chappelle Show
http://www.buffaloschips.com/894.htm
Rocket Launcher
http://www.buffaloschips.com/895.htm
Romantic
http://www.buffaloschips.com/896.htm
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FUN PAGES
Donkey Feet
http://www.funpageexchange.com/out.php?u=3456&pid=42240&s=n
Rhyme Time
http://www.funpageexchange.com/out.php?u=3456&pid=42232&s=n
Killing Lefties
http://www.funpageexchange.com/out.php?u=3456&pid=42250&s=n
Glump
http://www.funpageexchange.com/out.php?u=3456&pid=41723&s=n
THAT'S ALL FOLKS!
Have a nice day
FROM:
Martin aka the postman
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