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Bombs Bursting in Air
We have come far since Sir Francis Scott Key. What brilliant light did he see? One can only imagine the spectacle Eyes were drawn toward the ominous battle. Deafing bomb bursts captured the air. A rainbow of color spread everywhere. Gunpowder was present on every tongue. The fate of our nation appeared hamstrung. Roaring canon shook observers all. Those fiery shots did fall. Throughout the battle rose a putrid smell. Many a soldier bid their final farewell. Line count = 12
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