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MIGHT Perched precariously but almost weightless on a barely bent branch the bald eagle watches towards the ocean, waiting to spot its next meal. But today it's foggy. What can he see through this? This American symbol. This symbol of freedom and justice. Give me your tired, your poor... The tired and poor are just that! Sleeping on the streets in the cold and the wet. Thousands without medical care. A President who makes promises. The eagle doesn't care... |
Additional Notes:
A true story.
Might - used as a noun.
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