Fourth of July, how sweet it sounds,
As every year it rolls around.
It brings active joy to boy and man,
This glorious day throughout our land.
We hail this day with joy and pride,
And speak of our forefathers who died;
Who fought for liberty in days of yore,
And drove the British from our shore.
We, as descendants of that race,
Should not now our land disgrace.
Arise, freeman, arise once more,
Be earnest as in the days of yore.
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Grr, I'm British. Not that we had any right to be there, but, lets be fair here, neither did you, really.
Remember you guys drove off and killed the Native Americans.
Dont want to spoil this glorious day though. -
Good! Very, Very Good!
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awe, wonderful tribute to this holiday! everything you say in this is true as well. great work!
happy 4th of july!
-cassie-
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