Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new bread, conceived in flour, and dedicated to the proposition that “all mold are created equal.”Now we are engaged in a great floury war, testing whether that peice of loaf, or any loaf so conceived, and so dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle field of that loaf. We come to dedicate a portion of it, as a final resting place for those bread who have rotted here, that the loaf might live. This we may, in all propriety do.But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate – we can not consecrate – we can not hallow, this whole wheat loaf – The bread , fresh and expired, who were ate here, have hallowed it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The meat loaf will little note, nor long remember what we say here; while it can never forget what they did here.It is rather for us, the fresh, we here be dedicated to the great task remaining before us – that, from these honored eaten we take increased devotion to that cause for which they here, gave the last full measure of devotion – that we here highly resolve these eaten shall not have been digested in vain; that the eaten, shall have a new birth of freedom, and that government of the flour,by the flour, for the flour, shall not perish from the earth. But shall be revived bt this great incantation. BREADICUS APPEARICUS.*PLOP* *Bread appears*
REcruit me nAo.