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There is no small delight in
Driving along the lonely country highway
Amid grass greened by rains that passed in the night
And white-tipped blue feathers rising from among it
Bluebonnets painting the springtime
As a proud
Star-spangled banner waves in a stiff wind
And a lone-star flag flies under it
And a thinner banner below
Ragged as its rump flutters and tatters
No more whole than the promises that were made under it