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Airplane

We are at a science fair, At the grammar school …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Airplane. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2014/04/18/airplane/ Advertisements

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Turns

I am driving in my car, Down streets that cut …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Turns.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/10/08/turns/

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