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A Night's Sky On the 4th of July

placing a black match on my bottle rocket she's a cherry bomb with two cones on a motar rack that makes my quarter stack at least more than that but it's not reloadable nor a re peater as her ring shell and rising tail take in my pistol and mortar tube like a roman candle doing a few jumping jacks at low level expecting a fountain of glitter fish fallout in an ex plosive display of her fuse let loose in a dahlia and wet peony her fire and flare confuse me as to where in the flurry of her finale i be come a dud

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Date: 11/7/2019 10:52:00 PM
oh my ... sad ending.. but great write, all the way... Wonderful. Ann
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Jeff Connelly
Date: 11/8/2019 6:16:00 AM
Thanks Ann. In my older years I'm more of a once in a blue moon man lol.

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