Freedom

Freedom is the green grass where the antelope roam
It’s the darndest yarn of cotton 
It’s the bottom feed for human basics

Freedom is the buttress of the Moths wing
It’s the smile you give me
when you're in clover

Freedom is the languid river
And it’s the caterpillar’s prayer
And the hero’s scythe thrashing the tall weeds
I see a glade
for freedoms chance of burgess

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