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At ten-thirty in the forenoon the cage was opened
By the local county judge.
The birds set free, their separate ways to wend
And none now should have a grudge
For in six weeks and one day
That freedom is absolute.
Do you ask how a lifetime could lose its way
To end as a statistic to a Statute?
Ah, 'tis the era of liberation
The era of women's rights, being right
And, though they reach the point of saturation
They continue on the fight.
Their many rightful gains now could be the greatest loss
The net results becoming life wearing a drab coat of gloss. |