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The following anonymous poem says something about love and feelings.
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Dear Mom and Dad,
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The War is done, my task is through.
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But Mom there is something great
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I must ask of you.
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I have a friend - oh such a friend
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He has no home you see.
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And so Mom, I would really
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like to bring him home with me.
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Dear Son,
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We don't mind if someone
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comes home with you.
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I'm sure he can stay with us,
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perhaps a week or two.
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Dear Mom and Dad,
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There is something you must know,
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now please don't be alarmed.
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My friend in a battle recently,
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was hurt and lost an arm.
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Dear Son,
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Don't be ashamed to bring
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him home with you.
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Perhaps he can stay and visit
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for a day or two.
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Dear Mom and Dad,
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Before you give your answer, Mom,
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I really don't want to beg.
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But my friend fought in a battle
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in which he lost a leg.
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Dear Son,
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It hurts to say
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my answer must be no.
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For Dad and I have no time
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for a boy who is crippled so.
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So the months go by, a letter comes, it says
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your son has died. And when they read the cause
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of death, the shock was suicide.
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Days later when the casket comes,
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draped in our country's flag,
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they saw their son lying there
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without an arm or leg.
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