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That Which We Call a Boot |
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Boots, boots, many sorts of boots
I wore all kinds,
usually those that would suit
The job that I was assigned
at the time,
And as far as I'm concerned, that was just
fine.
They ranged from combat to the safety ones,
Because, in my job, I didn't require a gun,
But I needed
boots that would prevent a shock
Of electricity from
suddenly stopping my clock.
I employed electrons in my
war, you see �
I didn't hunt Charlie, he came looking for
me.
Although sometimes, I had to make a quick flip
From working on the radar to take a rapid trip
To the
perimeter wall and my machine gun
To help toss a wrench
into Charlie's fun.
Since I never traveled very far on my
feet,
In search of the enemy or in prudent retreat,
I
never thought much about those boots of mine,
Mostly,
they were just something else to shine. |
By
Thurman P. Woodfork
Copyright 2002
Listed
March 6, 2011 |
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