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THE WAR ON TERROR



       She's looking out the window.

     Day after day goes by.  Sometimes, she wants to cry.

     He went away and she does not know why.

     She's waiting by the door.

   She knows she must be strong.  Along.

     She feels all alone, waiting for him to come home.

     Why did he have to go?  The answer, she does'nt know.

     Why did he go away?  How long will he stay?  When will they be able to play?

     When will he return?  How a heart does burn.  How a heart does yearn.

  

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