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DEAR e-JOHN
With the click of a mouse,
someone's heart will be broken;
by one who types words
that used to be spoken.
He checks for "New Mail".
Back from a mission,
his laptop connection,
will bring her decision.
Like a blow to the chest
the words pound, and then sting -
what's he done wrong?
He can't think of a thing.
She doesn't answer when he tries to phone home.
Angry and tearful,
he feels all alone.
It's too easy now
to walk out the door,
to take away love
from a soldier at war.
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