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mary_j_59That woman who fell,
Cut down
Clutching the flag
Of the land she loved--
She fell like a flower,
Cut down like the grass.
Remember her.
Remember,
The grass dies.
It will rise again.
She will rise again.
(Written during the Easter vigil, Mary Johnson)
