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Lately I see her on the corner

She seams to show her darker side

For no one ever seems to notice

Her elegant and stately, wavy strides.



Now she seems to fly on by

People just pass her on thier way

Never stoping to pay any respect

They won't even give her the time of day.



She used to stand so tall and proud

Her stripes hugging her wavy curves

Flying like the star she was

Treated with the respect she deserves



Loved by many and hated by some

She had the attention from nation to nation

Noone passed her by without looking twice

An image of right and good representation



Now she slouches in the back of their minds

They stand in her presence for duty alone

How can they be so ignorant

Such a blossom, in my eyes, rarely has shone



A new generation is coming up soon

Can we neglect to tell them the story

Of her majesty flapping in the wind

The beutiful gem that we call Old Glory