Fourth Grade Drill Poem by Shirley Anne Alexander

Fourth Grade Drill

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Russia was going to attack,
and we were told to hide
under our little desks;
protection
from atomic fallout.

In the basement below,
the janitor sat smoking a cigar,
knowing
he was safe from bombs
and children.

Shirley Alexander

Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: smoking
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Shirley Anne Alexander

Shirley Anne Alexander

Somewhere under heaven, Georgia, USA
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