Question

Read this anonymous poem about a postman.
The whistling postman swings along the
His bag is deep and wide,
And messages from all the world worden
Are bundled up inside. Because
The postman's walking up our street,
Soon now he'll ring my bell.
Perhaps there'll be a letter stamped
In Asia. Who can tell?​

Answer 1

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