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Feb 2010
I love the fireworks
less for the supersonic rumblings,
more for the growl in the back of my stomach as
The sky seems so dark when it is lit
Like that, with sparks like crayons.
From where we are, the boom is delayed.
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Ado A
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   Sarah Wilson
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