Poems by
Sharon Guyton
LET FREEDOM RING My country, tears of thee Land where my fathers died Let freedom ring Where the ones who didn’t feel the pain… A lot who did—gagged and shackled—they felt the pain. Let freedom ring.
OBJECTS One of the items felt like I touched a pair of glasses. This item feels so hard, yet shines. This is something that I would like to wear on a sunny day. The other object feels like a stuffed doll, fluffy, full of fun, you can squeeze it. I just like holding it.
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