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I recently found this attempt at poetry, written during my Junior year in high school. After a bit of cleanup and editing, it seemed a good idea to post it to show that many years ago, I had at least a slight amount of talent. OK, I know. It’s not very good, but it does capture the dark mood of the nuclear stare-down that was going on during the Cold War. Even to a small town teenager, those were scary days, n