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Well with buck shot eyes and a purple heart
i rolled down the national stroll
and with a big fat paycheck
strapped to my hip sack
and a shore leave wristwatch underneath
my sleeve
in a hong kong drizzle on cuban heels
i rowed down the gutter to the blood bank
and i'd left all my papers on the ticonderoga
and was in a bad need of a shave
and so i slopped at the corner on cold chow mein
and shot billards with a midget
until the rain stopped
and i bought a long sleeved shirt
with horses on the front
and some gum and a lighter and a knife
and a new deck of cards (with girls on the back)
and i sat down and wrote a letter to my wife