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Jul 2015
spiritful sprites exploded color
off in the distance,
a forty in my hand, a roof top
under my feet,
each new rocket was greet,
with a whoop or holler,
as circumstance would have it,
each new rocket also made my heart
feel smaller,
like every explosion chipped away
piece after piece,
and the only one to scrounge them
back up was,
me
Daniel Magner 2015
Daniel Magner
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Daniel Magner
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