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Freddie
My tears were all for Fred.
My brother has already died;
My mother and my dad and then
The Tom to whom I had been wed.
Through it all, I'd been dry-eyed.
(They stalk me at night in bed.)
The phone call came that Fred had died
And a bomb went off in my inside!
I howled, I pounded things and cried!
I still don't fully comprehend;
I heard he was a real good guy,
But I hardly knew old Fred!
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Elizabeth Mccann
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