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I'm always last in the dinner line
Because I can't square that comer on time.

My friends back home are having picnics in the sun
WhUeI'm sweating out this two-mile run.

With my weapon in hand
I march in the sand

Singing out 'cross the land

I've had one hour's sleep in two days.
I wish this stack of pots would go away.

Dirt drills before dinner
I'm covered from head to toe.

May I wash myself up?
Drill sergent says NO.

I used to throw a softball.
Private don't hurl grenades carelessly.

I once hiked through the park at a leisurely pace.
The paragon trail Is a dangerous crawl race.

Inhallng city fumes always made me cough.
In this gas chamber I lose control:
StUIthey make me sound off.

The etghteen-mtle march was amusing in the least:
Especially running the last four to prove we're Ellte.

Graduation is here.
Hear the silent cheer?
I don't want to go home.

Private don't moan.

-Elizabeth Webster

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