So it’s that time of year when we receive an American Express annual statement for someone who has never lived at our address. The tradition is I write a poem and send it back in the post.
I’ve never received a response but I live in hope.
“Ivan is still not the owner, even in these times of corona.
But I bid Ivan a fond salutation and hope he’s safe in isolation.
To American Express, we’re living in times of less excess, so return to sender with good vibrations.”
Copyright John de Gruyther 2020

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