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A Little Guy Called Joe

In a war torn land of poverty,
Somewhere across the sea,
There's a little guy who's waiting,
And he looks a lot like me.
His hair is like the Raven's,
Or the wings of a Crow,
I don't know what they named him,
But I'm sure they named him Joe.

  Just a little guy called Joe,
  Like so many more I know,
  Left all alone somewhere across the sea.
  I want him to have my name,
  Little Joe is mine to claim,
  This little guy called Joe belongs to me.

His mother died to give him life,
The day my orders came,
I wanted to stay with him,
But war's an evil thing,
Now he won't recognize me,
But I've got to let him know,
That he means much more to someone,
Then just a little guy called Joe.


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