It's cold and windy in the harbor and the Statue
Has deserted her post, walking the length of Manhattan
To Grant's Tomb. She cannot stand up in it
But fits if she leaves her torch outside
And scrunches, resting her head on her knees.
Occasionally, she drinks from an enormous bottle
Of Mad Dog 2020, frustrating the teetotal ghost
Of General Grant who says she can stay for
A little while. Tomorrow, she promises,
She'll start looking for a new job.
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