The Museum
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The Museum (Feb.2017) Noticing the historic preservation of objects-- Survived inventions, built through hardships unknown, Today earning a museum attendant their paycheck. Old U.S. Post Office with letters on dusty 1800’s desk, Many long-gone Civil War soldiers left unread. Union blue uniforms worn by mannequin display, Showing: pistol, sword, canteen and rifle, Draped is the thirty-three-star war efforts flag. Publicly display the slave whip and shackled chains, Un-surrendered still are Negro prayers for emancipation. 1893 stained glass window with sunlight beating through, Looking at the river's edge, 2017’s world shown anew. O creative spirit that is, then isn’t! Photograph the hypodermic syringe, touch the model barn, See the ceiling décor getting a white paint restoration. USS Waukesha (AKA-84) ships bell, memorial gift from the Navy. Ordered to Pearl Harbor when the two Atomics boomed, Bearing witness to the Jap's surrender. Now sitting in a hal