My war poem
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Terminé ven., avr. 10, 2015<5 mins
INTRODUCTION
Dare readers this poem is going to be about a father
And son that together go to war as mother sits at home
Sorrowfully crying full of guiltiness. Dad dies of rationing
And a bomb is dropped on mother.
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A letter is sent
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