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Freedom Bottle rockets soaring with the pooping of ladyfingers. As I stand under the lights so bright, Red, green and white with all other colors streaming. After turning to the ones to the left they are on the right. So fast so many, the time it takes to light the wick it’s off. In the sky over land so great, they symbolize to spectrum The freedom of Americas theme of hopes and dreams, Race and rights, everyone trying to begin anew, Only a few from low to great both can choose fate. So much to get here even more to make it, Amazing the hearts will to endure. The challenge to have freedom. |
Additional Notes:
My visions on July 4th.
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