We Wrote Letters Everyday

Well, no one was too upset

You know we were married in the war

And I went with him to Pennsylvania and California

But he went out the Pacific

And I came back to Chicago to work on the railroad

And we wrote letters every day

Which were later thrown away

And God knows what we wrote or what they said

But this is probably how they read

I left the letters behind

In the basement of the apartment building when we moved

For the mice to nibble on

I wonder how long they lasted

And we wrote letters every day

Which were later thrown away

And God knows what we wrote or what they said

But this is probably how they read

Now, at my wedding, my husband didn't have his close family there as I indicated

He came from a family of priests

At least, there were a lot of priests in his family

And so, eight priests presided over our wedding

Eight priests, it looked impressive

But it didn't sound very good

A gaggle of priests

Or they were like crows around an overly ornate park bench up there

They all had fine voices

But, and I mean this respectfully

They didn't match pitch

Thinking that each one of them was the one in the right

So they made some strange note choices

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