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Birthday

When you came home from war, You gave me a stone shaped like a heart, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Birthday.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/03/01/birthday/

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Arming

It is night in America. And in this house, on a television, … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Arming.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/10/24/arming/

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