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Pearl Harbor
Peace, serenity, warmth. The ships rock silent, the wind whispers. Waves lap softly, sailors swear crossly. The planes come down, fly over town. Deliver some gifts, causing the rifts. Arizona, Utah, Oklahoma. The fire rises, the smoke engulfs. Hell has broken, leaving a token. The day is done, down with the sun, go the ships of Pearl Harbor.
Published 27th Apr 2012
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