Missing My Son
My son my son, how i wish you were home.
The time is coming soon that you will be home;
I can’t wait to see your freckles that appear on your face.
I know (Iraq) has been a pain in your ace, but remember these things! That when
you come home from being in Iraq you will have so much made your home a better
place.
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