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Yes! I can't wait to read it!

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Hi, Jason. Here is my response poem:

Children of the Sixties (puente)

Trix for breakfast, hurray!

Silly Daddy, Trix are for kids.

Careless screen door slap.

Where to go, what to do?

Boulder the size of Mount Everest

needs climbing.

Creepy house in the woods

needs investigating.

Abandoned logging road

needs exploring.

We clamber up the embankment,

skinned knees be damned.

Today is the day

we walk all the way to Canada.

~ Dare I say idyllic childhood? ~

Cowered in fear

when planes flew overhead.

Cowered in fear

when churches were set ablaze.

Watched the world weep

when a president was assassinated.

Watched the world weep

when his brother was assassinated.

Watched the world weep

when a minister was assassinated.

For the love of God, turn off that television.

The children don't need to see this.

Watched Daddy weep

when his seminarian friend was assassinated.

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