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Rockets red glare
bombs bursting in air
oh and the eardrums
them too — bursting

A night of fire and foom
of shells that go boom
bright light and sudden arc
colors across the sky
flies in the light
of dusk to dark
and the rumble
of concussion

A spot on our blanket
to get the view
for a slice of pie
a la mode
to share a laugh or two
between the oohs and the ahhhs
Not to mention the OHHs

(Raymond A. Foss, Fireworks)

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