Tuesday, July 4, 2017

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I suppose that I am free
To be what I am told to be,
Fulfill a vision others see,
So I should not complain.
I know others fare far worse,
Living under heavy curse
While I sit and peck out verse
With often-writ refrain.
Still, I hope to better see
And, better yet, to better be,
To better be the thing called free
And freedom to explain.

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