
don’t startle her, curled asleep, there on the edge of the abyss
the sun is shining and her guard is down
sore winners have worn her out
let her rest her soul as the day drains away
is it one strike you’re out game over
the greatest generation would rage and weep
so sleep on ’til dawn, weary Lady, but the fight won’t quit
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America, you in trouble, girl…

JSmith 02/10/2020
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