Impression...
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Rebecca Navarre
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When young, my sister did come over
and bring a guy, and some friends.
From Vietnam, when sirens from the
fire department sailed. They thought
it was warnings for a bomb.. Turned
a whiter shade of pale... High tailed,
under the kitchen room table they went.
The look on his face... Their faces...
The message sent... Fear...And impression
of their country... It did leave, deeply
In dent.
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