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Letters
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The address says Alberta,
The name says Susan,
I open it up,
It’s my mom.
These letters keep me going,
I grab my gun again,
A tear in my eye,
I feel no pain.
I am focused,
Eyes on the prize,
Guns are firing,
Don’t matter the size.
Guns do seize,
The war is over,
I head home,
I can smell clover.
I learned a lot,
Bout life and love,
I was protected,
By God above.
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