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Lost History

Now they are gone from history- they were knocked down- sad mystery. Those statues stood, to think upon; From history, now they are gone. In yesteryears, find right and wrong- through them, we learn to get along. The symbols of our hopes or fears find right and wrong in yesteryears. We fought that war to take a stand against enslavement in our land. With justice won, freedom did soar- to take a stand, we fought that war. We need to see both good and bad in life that make us glad or sad. Historic symbols guarantee both good and bad we need to see. June 13, 2020 Contest: Swap Quatrain Sponsor: Emile Pinet

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Date: 7/13/2020 3:06:00 PM
Thoughtful words Sandra. Congratulations on your win! :)
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Date: 7/10/2020 7:29:00 PM
Congrats on your win with Emile!
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Date: 7/10/2020 1:18:00 PM
Congratulations Sandra, your poem earned a distinguished, "Eighth" place, in my contest, well done my friend, Emile.
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Date: 6/14/2020 9:12:00 AM
Nicely done! Please check your soup mail regarding another topic.
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Date: 6/13/2020 7:39:00 PM
Hello Sandra … very much enjoyed your quatrain Sandra. Perhaps the statues could have been to museums with dialogue to remind us all that those who were revered in their time are reviled in ours, as nobody can change history - thanks Sandra - Lindsay
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Date: 6/13/2020 5:30:00 PM
The world over has seen a dislike in statues that commemorate those who were slavers and I can understand those who want them removed. That said they are part of history and they should stay as a reminder of how far we've come since thosee dark days. Well written Sandra. Tom
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