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YOUIS' uper flying double bombers
(Aim them anywhere you please)
Fly through every backyard airport,
Come to rest in neighbors' trees.
Bobby, baby, look what I've got
Looks a lot like Daddy's gun,
Come on, Bobby, it won't hurt ya,
It.'s just noise--'ts only fun!
Sammy,sweetie, Auntie loves you,
Look what she has brought today!
Isn't that a lovely knife, dear,
CTs only plastic) Go and play!
Mommycan I have an airplane?
One with bombs like Freddy Slades'?
Can I have a G.I. Joe doll?
They come packed with hand grenades!
Shrieking laughter fills the courtyard,
Each apartment yields a boy,
Grown-up airplanes fill the skyline,
Muffling now the sounds of joy.
Your super flying double bombers
(Batt'ry powered, double thrust)
Lie on shattered grass-filled pavements,
In the silence there they rust.
Beth Baruch
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