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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.
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