A Visitor From The Past
by Thelen Paulk
I had a dream the other night I didn't understand.
A figure walking through the mist with a flintlock in his hand.
His clothes were torn and dirty, as he stood there by my bed. He took off his three cornered hat and speaking low, he said:
"We fought a revolution, to secure our liberty. We wrote the Constitution, as…
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