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Randall Jarrell - The Death Of The Ball Turret Gunner
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	From my mother`s sleep I fell into the State,
	And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
	Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
	I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
	When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose.
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