Jul 4
Some years echo,
Golden songs of prosperity,
Others trickle through.
Black liquor seas,
There's blood on these bricks,
So much happened before 1776.
Golden songs of prosperity,
Others trickle through.
Black liquor seas,
There's blood on these bricks,
So much happened before 1776.
Soon, we may have to light the fire again, but today, we celebrate what we've won.
(14/M/Rochester NY)
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