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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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