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Country

America is at war, my oldest son, Says, just seven years old, now, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn‘s poem called Country.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at  http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/08/01/country/

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Cross

When my husband comes home, From Afghanistan… This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Cross.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/02/28/cross/  

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Shake

The day I drop my husband off, On a military base, where he will train … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Shake.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/01/05/shake/  

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