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Aoang 2m
She'd sell her husband, then her sons,
A badge, a flag, another to run.
From hopeful faces, young and proud,
To flickering ribbons, asleep and sound.
She dreams of the spangled banner, red, white, blue and true,
Reaching for the stars, never a truce.

— The End —