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The Fourth Of July 2004 (Prose Poem) by horus8 Tonight, while consuming a late dinner
with my wife and son,
My son turned to me and said
(After a series of loud explosions
were heard from a cluster of
M-80s out there in 'that' mad-night...)
"DAD! Can I look out the window and see what it is?"
To which I replied
Why bother, whatever 'it' was... It's dead now.
Up the ladder:
Dial Tone
Down the ladder:
Dads are suppose to stay
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Posted: July 4, 2004 11:04 PM PDT; Last modified: July 4, 2004 11:04 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.7222223 Overall Rank: 1887 Comments:
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Prince of Void @ 217.218.131.144
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14-Jul-04/1:01 PM
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that was good..but you know...the last line shows the whole meaning so i love the last line
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