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Freedom At Last


The sound of the chains still linger, I can still see the scars on my finger. These memories will haunt me forever, But all of this was just an endeavor. It's time to break from these chains, I'm tired of feeling this pain. It's time to fight for my rights, Even if I have to put up a fight. Signs, all I see is signs. One day, freedom will be mine. People everwyhere are shouting. "Give me my rights!" They're pouting. Finally, we are heard! We are free as a bird! It's time to fly away, I'm bound to have a good day. Yes, at last, freedom at last! All of this is now in the past. I'm glad I have my rights, And now I can have a good night.
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ale544846
<P>This is a great poem :) You make it very clear on what you are fighting for :)</P>

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