Poem -
Next year
Maybe next year Christmas will be better,
Mom cried so much when she read dads last letter.
I last kissed him, when he got on the plane,
my life is now dark and full of pain.
We kill each other in times of war,
someday it'll be over and hearts won't be tore...
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