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Big Blowout

Willie was pumped on the Fourth of July. He’d bought enough ammo to light up the sky! He had spinners!  M-80s!  The Dragon of Doom! He lit up a fuse, gave a whoop, and KABOOM! Two toes and three fingers were blown clean apart. The gin bottle rockets were maybe not smart.

After the Firestorm

The Roman candles flame no more. The rockets all have flown. The flares and sparklers now are spent. The cherry bombs are blown. It’s time to put the punks away, For now the Fourth is over, And mop the puddle left behind By terror-stricken Rover.