Down the stairs she ambled with her swinging yellow hair
Opened up her mailbox but she found no letters there.
"Damn," she said and turned around and went upstairs, and then
Minutes later, she returned and looked inside again.
As the day went on, I saw her looking frequently.
Since it was a Sunday, there was no delivery.
I approached the lady, for she truly was a fox.
Asked her why she kept on looking in the empty box.
She replied by telling me someone was being wise,
They had found a way to trick her right before her eyes.
Programmed her computer so it told a lying tale
Kept on misinforming her that she had gotten mail.
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