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I
left there a lot younger or it seemed to me.
Just
a young man in my thirties .
So
many miles away from home.
At
the time it seemed we had to leave.
Some
place new we had to try.
A
phone call keeps the voice alive and wakes the memory.
It
puts a face or time into your mind.
It
makes you want more to see.
A
letter from a loved one just cannot be the same.
Letters
on a paper, it could be just anything.
You
need an arm around you, a shoulder to lean on.
An
ear that's there to listen to problems when they go wrong.
The
words," come back and see us", don't you stay gone so long.
We'll
leave the light on for you.
Whenever
you come home.
~Howard
Thomas Barton~
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