the army
the belt
the boots
the brass
the pips
the khaki
it is in my soul
my heart
my family
the old one
not the new
watch tv
think of you
Daddy Mummy
and the jeeps
the one ton trucks
to school
and life
the way we lived it
without question
in the system
it is what
we knew
my core
the corps
strikes true.
the morning paper downloads in a flash the morning what? tiny line bleeds straight across my tablet and in seconds voilà all is revealed...
on the numbers and the stars and she is back in dreamland on the lotto on the ‘scopes pumped with false hope and fingers crossed and...
hope drifts in like fog a whisper a suggestion of a maybe on a Saturday in the morning when the tank is dry bank balance said goodbye to...
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