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my sweet ride called Freedom

Try and die, Or, Heed and succeed. Where in either does wisdom lie? Do smarts give in, Or, Blindly vie. Is it for all, Or, only for some. This non-commodity, called Freedom. It is not sold on Amazon, Or bid upon in Ebay. Unlike a Ferrari, no one looks twice upon this ride called Freedom. It runs on blood of patriots, who saw the light. Always picking up hitch-hikers, carrying someone else's baggage. Hello! my love, Won't you cruise with me, in my ride called Freedom.
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Jan 25, 2013
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