Night Letter

A Night Letter in  World War I
He had to put them on a train
He had no time but to act fast
In the falling rain

The girls did fine on the ride
From Erie to Newton
When they arrived grey mourning skies
It was the last they saw of him

The Western Union Telegram
Is all that's left of them
A loving caring Night Letter
A bitter sweet memorium

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