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The Price of Freedom (much longer version)
A ghostly image of a soldier
stood in the background,
the scent of lilac's filled the air
even though it was winter.
A Mother with a babe in her
arms stood by a grave site.
Lilac's were the flowers her
husband had given her before
he left for war. So she
felt his presence.
She whispered, "Father this
is yo...
Thursday 13th July 2017 2:20 am
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