04/04/1968
You can still hear the crys from that moment in time.
You can still see the pain from that moment in time.
You can still taste the bitter tears from that moment in time.
Dr. King Jr. had a dream. A dream not just for him, but for both you and I. He had a dream that America would hold up its creed, that all men are created equal. He had a dream that he did not get to see fulfilled.
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