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Dear America
Do you hear your bombs blasting overhead?
Do you hear the little children crying,
Do you see them dead?
O America,
Open your eyes!
See the destruction you have created,
I look back at the pictures.
Her sparkling brown eyes seem to look straight back at me
As her contagious smile warms my heart for the millionth time.
I come across my favorite-
