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It's a grand ole Flag. It's a high flying Flag, and forever in peace, may she wave.She's a symbol of strength, She's a beacon of Hope, and She's earned for us, by the Brave.She don't need extra stars, don't change the color of her bars, She's perfect exactly how She flies.She's already passed the test, She's been earned by the best, flying proudly through our Nation's rise.She is meant to be earned, not designed to be burned, though many have sacrificed for that right.But if desecration's what you choose, prepare yourself to lose, it's guaranteed that you've just picked a fight.Flying high up above, She's the banner that I love, and no other could ever take her place.Old Glory on the peak, and a Gadsden underneath, with hand on heart, at attention at her base.Happy Fourth, my fellow Patriots. Just a lil poem for the Greatest Beacon on Earth. Let me know what you think!