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Apple Pie
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
5/24/2004
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She holds her pen
He holds his gun
He’s righting wrong
She’s writing, ‘Son,
I miss you so’
He follows orders
She follows news
He fights for Freedom
She fights the blues
So it goes
It’s all a slice of apple pie
Americana, getting by
Of those who serve
Of those who wait
Are as a slice
On Freedom’s plate
She clings to hope
He clings to live
She gave a son
He chose to give
His all
She’s paid respect
He’s paid the price
She is given a flag
He has given his slice
Of apple pie
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