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Anonymous
Can't write a thing - the censor's to blame-
Just say that I'm well, and sign my name.
Can't say where we flew from, can't mention the date;
Can't even mention the meals that I ate.
Can't say where I'm going, don't know where I'll land.
Can't even inform you if I'm met by a band.
Can't mention the weather, can't say if there's rain.
All military secrets must secrets remain.
Can't have a flashlight to guide me at night,
Can't smoke a cigarette except out of sight.
Can't keep a diary, for such is a sin,
Can't keep the envelopes your letters come in.
Can't say for sure now just what I can write,
So I'll just close this letter and tell you good-night.
I'll send you this letter to say that I'm well,
Still hoping and praying, and fighting like hell.
__________________ "Time is a great storyteller" If my calculations are correct SLINKY + ESCALATOR = EVERLASTING FUN God is the experience of looking at a tree and saying, "Ah!"
- Joseph Campbell Heaven doesn't want me, and Hell is too scared I'll take over. |