A Glorious Flag
The flag waves proud on the 4th of July
telling a story still in the making,
her cloth has been torn and tattered at times
but her spirit never fades,
our nation has broadened her stars
and fought to maintain her stripes,
we disagree with each other routinely
but will lock arms to sing her glory,
she is much more than a piece of cloth...
she is America - in all of its glory.
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