Poem from a Postcard
May 20, 1943
A few of us are sitting in the park
in the center of town. Water
in front of us, and I wish
we could go for a swim. So hot
I just about sleep through
our classes. Navy were here
last night, first time in ages
I had some ice cream. Any time
you want to send a lemon pie
I could go for it. With love, the WAC.

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