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In those days

In those days
there were bedsheet flags,
wooden swords,
bobby pin rifles.
Our breathless legions in shabby Keds.
Shoe boxes full of bubblegum cards,
fluffy-edged from brick wall flingings.
Tennis balls with fluff long gone,
and pockets full of marble prizes.

And, in tumbling years,
I knew a kid who sniffed acetone.
He had no Dad, but had a gun.
Called his mum a crazy bastard,
and plowed his own sorry path.
But one night, he saved me.

So many had their plights,
and I despaired of ice cream castles
in the air.


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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.

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