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The Evangelist Quagmired in stagnant bogs, Eons old and motionless The cattails stand where no wind blows When—meadow born—a redwing lights On solitary reed, Proclaiming joyously the news! “I HAVE BEEN FREEEEEEEEEED!” Margaret Longenecker Been, ©1996

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