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The Telegram
by David N. Muxo
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Dear madame, we regret to say Your son has died today, Your valiant son has died. We've cried and cried (We'll bury him And heave a hollow sigh, And then we'll dry your Pleading eyes.) We've cried and cried. Mother, I feel so light. Can I come home? Oh please, don't lock the door. I feel so light. Dear madame, we regret to say Your son has died today. (The earth around his grave Will cry for us.) |