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The Price of Freedom
That sad September in Two Thousand One when from our eyes a veil of sleep was torn, we in this land of truth and freedom born were drawn to battle; now, it seems they’ve won. For that day gave free … Continue reading
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Tagged 9/11, daily poems, Emma Lazarus, intolerance, politics, The New Colossus
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