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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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Rounds

A soldier is standing in the darkness Next to a door, next to a compound …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Rounds.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/06/25/rounds/

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Ventricle

When a soldier deploys to war, He goes to a country with …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Ventricle.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/02/14/ventricle/  

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