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I Live Life Because Of Freedom
I saw people all of a sudden jump up and start to jive.
They were jolly folks
And buzzing like bees in a beehive,
Going from left to right,
Swaying to the tune.
They kicked off their shoes and danced for the moon.
They threw up their hands in open celebration.
They were celebrating freedom as a nation.
They could speak and they could sing
While still remembering everything.
I looked at the people and I started to smile.
This is why I live, and I smiled for a while
As I pondered about our old new state
And realized that I have reason to celebrate.
Lovely. Life is about making
Lovely. Life is about making good memories.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thank you for your comment. I
Thank you for your comment. I agree fully. Sometimes I rely on those good memories to get me through the bad times.