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>>Two little cars, a red and a blue >>Owned by a little boy I knew >>Their power not run by gasoline >>But two little hands they played between >>And when I picked them off the floor >>From under the couch or behind the door >>I pressed them lovingly to my heart >>For my dear little boy they seemed a part >>For the paint worn from those little machines >>Were by two little hands they played between >>Now that little boy has gone away >>To a far off land >>Till a far off dayAnd as I tuck each toy away >>The tears fall fast >>As I kneel and pray >>That the day will come >>When this war will cease >>And he will come home >>To love and peace >>  >>~Mae Atwater Phillips~ >> >>Written by my great-grandmother for my grandfather >>during World War II. >>Dedicated now to my little brother Joshua Cookson, >>Private First Class in the U.S. Army. >> >>With love, >>Willow >>http://home.maine.rr.com/willowsgrove/

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