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The Bridge of No Return

Hundred steps I made From soiled ground to the bridge of cursed shade Three dungeons of heroic souls Locked up over four hundred in shoals Living souls of eddies drilling Dying breaths of bodies shrilling Hidden story of men of courage To die in Atlantic is sweeter than bondage Eighteen hundred and three was the year Freedom is the peal in every man's ear.

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Karen Croft

Date: 9/2/2023 5:20:00 PM

I can feel all emotions in this poem. Well done!

Clifford Villalon
Date: 9/2/2023 8:28:00 PM

Many souls are gone with the wind. So as the ashes that still float in running waters... Thank you for your wonderful soul that shines and gives hope in the hearts of many!