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Gettysburg - Terza Rima

In the original Italian form Broad field of battle waged where soldiers died and the Southern flame of independence flared bright. Two kinds of rule then vied to govern torn land. The ancient practice keeping slaves was seen right. Opposed was Declaration's say: all equal! And nation strove to settle issue by fight. The pride of Southern youth fell like the dripping of rain off eaves; next day would see its sequel. Again the cannon bolts in fields were ripping. That same hot day the battle waged on most strong. A Southern gray division gave last made try. That sorry day the Union brave did no wrong. Attack did fail but gray's moral remained high. At home a mother gave her child farewell cry.

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Date: 7/8/2017 11:36:00 AM
Beautiful T.R. rendering On Gettysburg, Alfred!:) Be blessed!D.
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Alfred Berggren
Date: 7/8/2017 1:01:00 PM
Thanks Dorian for stopping by and leaving a note. I sure do appreciate your words/

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