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A Letter To My Son
I sit here day dreaming today About the times we've had The fun and happy times I forget about the bad I need to find your letter In the mailbox when I go It's important to me darling, Have I not told you so? Please sit down and write to me A mother needs to hear That her son is thinking of her And to him she's very dear My face will not look happy My expression incomplete Until I receive your letter Until again we meet I Love you, Mom
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