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Poetry: Air raids

by Bob Mcgee

A boom and a bang go off here and there. Loud gunshots fill the air...it fills people with despair. The loud guns shots can be heard for miles, even in the lonely isles. The thick soot fills the air, it smells like machinery. It fills peoples noses and lungs with a terrible smell. It fills their minds with something worse. Horrible memories.

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