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May 2020
Freedom is just a word that we use every day.
We use it when we study, we use it when we play.

For many folks a word’s a word that shows up on a page.
For other folks the word’s a cause that made a war to rage

To be free to shop, to play, to exercise free speech,
please stop and think then realize why that’s within our reach.

Americans have traveled to protect our native shores.
They’ve fought and bled and died for us in countless foreign wars.

They never stop to wonder why whenever duty calls,
they stopped their lives, grabbed their packs and marched to duties halls

To have such friends, who care so much, for all that we hold dear,
you’d think we’d pause and contemplate that word we often hear.

Freedom is a battle cry from soldiers young and old.
They fought for us, they died for us, their stories seldom told.

When we see the word on printed page let’s think about what’s free
and think of those who paid the price from sea to shining sea.
Think about it...
Anvillan
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Anvillan  M/USA
(M/USA)   
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