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Freedom

Freedom

Freedom isn't something

We should ever take for granted

It's a feeling resting deep inside

It's roots are firmly planted

From birth to death we struggle

To always do what's right

And sometimes lose our focus

The goal seems out of sight

Lose sight of what's important

Get hung up on petty things

At times forget there are some folks

Who don't have anything

Homes destroyed in an instant

Feeling terror every day

Is this the day their life will end

Ruthlessly snatched away?

The real measure of one's freedom

Is buried deep in our soul

Reach down deep every single day

Be thankful of your role

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Deborah Evans

Β Hi Jack Great words of wisdom my friendΒ 
We should be as you say thankful for out role inΒ this worldΒ 
and stop worrying about the petty things that are not importantΒ 
Great write Love n hugs Debs Β xx
Β 

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Jack Ellison

You are sweet as usual, my dear Debs!!! Love, Jack xxx

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Jack Ellison

Thank you dear Lisa... I have corrected it! Much appreciated for catching that!!! Love and hugs, Jack xxx

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linda wright

yes freedom is very important like it linda

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Jack Ellison

Dear Linda... you always make me feel special!!! Thanks... love, Jack xxx

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