Will letter writing turn into a dead art,
A bygone art of bygone times,
People sitting to write,
Dictating,
Asking someone to write it
And re-read it,
What he has written?
Now write they not,
Keep they or remember they
The dead letters,
Dead post-cards, inland letter cards and envelopes
Taking out from the older boxes,
Showing how these used to be.
Now send they messages digitally,
Telephonically,
SMSing, texting the message,
Just the body
Or the shortened one,
Emailing through
Or chatting on
Or giving a call.
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