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1948 Summer Night
by Connie Walle

We laid on our backs in the grass
pointed at the Big Dipper, Orion's
Belt, made wishes on falling stars.

Before we set them free, we caught
fireflies in jars we used as lanterns
as we played hide 'n seek.

Little did we know a time would come
when fireflies no longer existed,
city lights would outshine the stars,
and wishes were just a child's game.


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