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Gas Mask

It laid on the table waiting for a siren 

Suddenly is that an alarm?
Quick put me on
Hours pass that feel like months
When boom a bomb dropped
I heard it explode
It sounded like from down the road
Next another siren
I hear and I take it off
To feel fresh air on my face
Take a look outside
Where's our house?
It's rubble
Our house is gone

Molly, Porchester Junior School

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