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Needles

I tell my husband how I saw needles, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Needles. To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/12/09/needles/

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Hand

I am practicing spelling with my son, Saying the word sever out loud, …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Hand.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/11/20/hand-2/

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Free

Today it is the Fourth of July, And when my son finds me …   This is an excerpt of Amalie Flynn’s new poem Free.  To read the rest, go to her Wife and War blog, at http://wifeandwar.wordpress.com/2013/07/04/free/

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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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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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