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March 7, 2011
By , Center Point, IA
Let me show you a place
An interesting place, but I speak not of space
I speak of a place where the wind blows
And where the trees cast long shadows

In this place, large machines roll in their carapace.

Presents used to be shared, all wrapped in lace
But now the only present given is a cemetery place
The shots flying around like a fireworks show

Like a fireworks show

The men move at a quickened pace
The dust getting in their eyes like mace
The enemy dug in, using a shovel and a hoe
The air so think with bullets, they fell like snow
When the enemy ran, it looked like they were in a race.

Like a fireworks show

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