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Created on: January 12, 2008
Can't we see
the fireworks
Daddy?
No
short
and
simple.
Later
convinced
just to try it,
they lay
on the cool grass
watching the sprays
of light
erupt
in the night sky.
Soon
he can
no longer
stay.
Panic attacks
overtake his soul.
He must return
home.
No more fireworks
this year.
He trembles
seeing
not the sparks
in an American sky
as his child
envisioned it,
but bombs aburst
that
break
the heavens
in Vietnam sky.
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