little girls across
the street , where would
they meet ? by that little
white mailbox.
take a seat in the grass
growing fast , but that little
white mailbox never failed to
make the little girls meet.
their feet running to meet
the little white mailbox at the
bottom of the street.
teenage girls , one moved away ,
always promising to meet
at that little white mailbox
from their first greet
to the last dash on their
feet , their forever
grateful for that
little white mailbox.
