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Current mood:  happy Category: Writing and Poetry
"You can keep your army khakis,
You can keep your navy blues.
I've got the world's best fighting man,
To introduce to you.
His uniform is different,
The best you've ever seen,
The Germans called him Devil-Dog,
His real title is MARINE.
He was born on Parris Island,
The place where God forgot.
The sand is eighteen inches deep,
The sun is blazing hot.
He gets up every morning,
Before the rising sun.
He'll run a hundred miles or more,
Before the day is done.
He's deadly with a rifle,
A bayonet made of steel.
He took the warrior's calling card,
He's mastered how to kill.
And when he gets to Heaven,
To Saint Peter he will tell,
One more Marine reporting sir,
I've served my time in Hell.
So listen all you young girls,
To what I have to say,
Go out and find a young Marine,
He'll love you every day.
He'll hug you and he'll kiss you,
And treat you like a queen,
There is no better fighting man:
THAN A UNITED STATES MARINE!!!"
9:37 PM
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