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Freedom To Worship

"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free . . ." Many will never see the Lady, but we know her. She stands in the harbor, her Torch of Freedom held high - a Beacon of Hope for those who gaze upon her, a Symbol for all they seek. And seek, they do. Millions come a bouche ouverte* willing to risk their lives for a chance to live free, work hard, raise families, and to worship as they please. What we fought to win for ourselves, we fight to offer the world. What we treasure most, we desire for all. From every mountaintop, let Freedom ring! *Open mouthed, with no criticism.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 12/1/2014 10:32:00 AM
Such lovely poem, not only for the fluid lines, but more for its meaning...Will be back for more of your works, Cona. Rated! Kim Patrice :)
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