Larry E. Hopson
The Lady - Poem by Larry E. Hopson
There's a lady in New York, bless her heart.
She sets off a spark in my heart.
She stands so tall and proud and greets the crowd.
She's a shining symbol of freedom for the world to see.
She's the Statue of Liberty, she means so much to me.
When I heard of her dismay,
I cried O Lord we can't let her decay.
Now I'm proud to say come what may,
The Lady is here to stay.
The Statue of Liberty will never decay.
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