| Critical Analysis #2 |
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cusick Senior Member
since 2003-07-27
Posts 668 |
The soft breeze from the widow turns to dreadful chill. I watch in despair as The message unfolds. Desperate men trying To righted the wrongs of an oppressed nation. Before me a nightmare of black merging with red for the right to be heard. Folding my hands I pray their cries for justice will echo in the hearts of every free man. 494fhk |
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