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A clump of us guys in the hut

In Nam

Were playacting card game, whistling vocals;

In a solo-room, back of the hut

Putted mad-dog, Police sergeant Rook;

And observation from a length

Was his pal, Corporal Cook.

When extinct of the dark, he treasured

To struggle

This bully of six-foot-two

Dog-drunk, smacking like a dirty dog

I treasured to struggle him excessively.

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