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Pretend

Our son is invited to a birthday party Where they will play tag with laser guns, … This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Pretend.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/01/15/pretend/

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Scope

When I talk about the night raids, My husband’s face closes like a door, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s poem called Scope.  To read the rest,  go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2012/05/02/scope/

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