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Liberty's free with her smiles
as she sashays down the aisles
Lord knows she must walk miles
specially on the slow days.

She’s so easy on the eyes
midst these posers and their lies
always takes me by surprise
to find she's still here.

          Just a butterfly in the wind
          never quite sure where she's been
          can't go back and start again
          though she'd sometimes like to.

          Like that Monarch soaring high
          someday she’ll touch the sky
          l just shake my head and sigh
          and have another beer.

Back home, she's had a row
with her new for always beau
too fast or else too slow
both leave her lonely.

Till another comes around
to her dazzling smile bound
but his feet stay on the ground
and she flies solo.

          Just a butterfly in the wind
          never quite sure where she's been
          can't go back and start again
          though she'd sometimes like to.

          Like that Monarch soaring high
          someday she’ll touch the sky
          l just shake my head and sigh
          and have another beer.


She asks if I like her dress
and I always answer yes
but like most here I guess
I'd rather see her naked.

Even when she dances close
there's distance like a ghost
we raise glasses high and toast
another time and year.

          Just a butterfly in the wind
          never quite sure where she's been
          can't go back and start again
          though she'd sometimes like to.

          Like that Monarch soaring high
          someday she’ll touch the sky
          l just shake my head and sigh
          and have another beer.
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An older poem from another time. As much a C&W  song as a poem - I hear steel guitar and ........

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