Rictameter poetry, Rosie The Riveter
Dedicated in memory to my Sister Bea who worked at the shipyard in Evansville, In. during WWII
Welding, riveting battle ships
Destination Iwo Jima Japan
Rosie inscribed her initials
On the ship's forward bow
Glowing self pride
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