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By Lucie S., St. Paul, MN

When I was little, Puff the Magic Dragon
Was a storybook character, living in the painted worlds
Of my little kid books
Then I grew into storybooks with
Thick bindings and heavy paper
And Puff the Magic Dragon
Could drench a football field in lead
In a few seconds.
His name was Puff because he shot tracers -
Red smoke that drifted through jungle nights
Boys kneeling in trenches
Baptized by arc raids and M-16 fire reaching
For something to admire,
Desperate for some beauty
Or so I imagine, since I can never
Really understand the days when Puff
Flew jungle missions to rescue boys
With souls torn out
And the faces of old, old men

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i love this so much!

Hoodie BRONZE said...
on Sep. 9 2010 at 7:01 pm
Hoodie BRONZE, Tucson, Arizona
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Favorite Quote:
"Small minds think people, average minds think events, but great minds, like mine, think ideas"-unknown

i dnt get it....



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