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Freedom was what they sought. Struggle was what they had lived through

He left a trail of sawdust wherever he went

And if you get lost, just look for yourself

He shook the man’s hand. Moist was the word

He knew how things worked again

It was a yard wide, half as much tall … it didn’t do much

Zipping past the white fencing and rusting wire

I smelled the sweetly muddy fumes of the potato fields

We were so grateful just to be there