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Freedom

It flies above the trees
yet hardly moves at all.
Many times it's hidden
and almost seems to crawl.
I've seen it paraded
with pen and protocol,
and whispered from lips
that bled in chiseled pall.
Each country has this dream,
to speak is not so small.
It's not always perfect,
but here I have it all!

Ginny Poli

July 4th, 1999

With deep remembrance
and loss
I celebrate
how this gift was received.
The price of freedom and liberty
is always costly
and is often taken for granted.
Without it,
I would surely be lost!

Today I celebrate
the ability to speak
and move
with freedom

God Bless our Troops!

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