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Up In the Air

Oh, the Fourth of July for a kid is a blast, Though today not so much as it was in the past, “Cherry Bombs” and “M80s” my faves when a kid, And our throwing “Torpedoes” not all that we did. “Roman Candles” shoot colored balls up in the air, Blast of “Aerial Bombs” knocks you out of your chair, “Bottle Rockets,” as well, were both cheap and delight, With flame sputtering “Fountains” to top off the night. Watching children light “Sparklers,” joy’s hard to contain, They’re so bright that to witness burns path cross your brain, There is something for old and young, “Buzz Bombs” that twirl, War is nearly forgotten, the dead boy and girl. Long Tooth August 10, 2017

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