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Independence – The Reckoning
In a set of colonies where freedom was hard to come by....
In a world where Britain controlled the sea....
In a little town called Philly on a summer day like any other....
At a desk made of wood—probably oak or something....
There sat a man—Pritchard Daviess....
[Acapella soloists come in here.]
What’s he writing? Will anyone care? Tune in next draft for all the answers.
[This version was more of a joke that Singsong and I conjured up one night at the Snapdragon.]
