I played with marbles,
the sky was dark.
Children running for shelter,
the skies began to spark.
Airplanes soaring the sky,
sirens blaring in my ears.
Something terrible is happening,
I could feel the fear.
When I was a child,
the days were scary.
Not wandering about,
my eyes were grew wary.
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