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DustYour room still untouched collecting dust.
your trike in the yard baring rust.
toy cars packed, wrapped neat in plastic,
find their spot in the attic.
Ghosts of laughter dance down the halls
the door still stands that tells how tall.
Empires fight no sign of peace
the time of childhood has cease.
heaps of young men jump in their cars,
inspired to change who they are.
mothers weep for their babies leave,
off to war is hard to believe
T.V.’s show off war, black and white.
News of death keep us up all night.
Shame, neighbors son died in Berlin.
Took a ball of lead under chin.
Two families reminiscing
you and him played, toys went missing.
absence of your voice is so sad
oh, how we miss you mom and dad.
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