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The Flag at My Doorstep

By John I. Blair

First thing I greet as I step out
To get my morning paper
And last to meet when I come home:
Old Gloryís draped beneath my eaves,
Day and night, by sun, moon, stars,
In midday heat or evening dew.

It may appear a patriotic shout
Or reactionary flaunt;
Itís neither of those things.
Iím just a free American
Who wants the world to know
Itís my flag too.

©2004 John I. Blair  

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