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About This Poem
God Bless America
God Bless America
Our 4th of July started
With fireworks all around
Lightening streaked, zig zagged and zoomed
While thunder created, the necessary boom
And as a good measure
God sent a torrent of rain
To put off or put out
Fires to save our plains
So on go my mud boots and out the door I go
I'm on my way to church
But when I hit that mud hole
I thought God had left me in the lurch
I tried to pull forward
But all it would do was spin
So I put it in reverse
And gave her the gas again
It took a bit of urging
Finally it gave a jerk
When I had backed up far enough
I took it from reverse
Then I drove forward
Careful, but hopefully in control
I held my breath as through the drive
And down the lane I rolled
When I got to church
Father met me with a smile
I shook his hand and said
"I made it Father, though it took a while"
When Father Fox started Mass
The first words he did say
"Well folks it looks like
We've already had our fireworks today"
Cile Beer
July 4, 2010
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