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Medals

You ask to know my history What part of me is best What were these medals given for All worn upon my breast. This one is for bravery This one is for injury This one is for gunnery This one's for artillery. This one is for nibs and quills This one is for paperbacks This one's for the daffodils This one's for my screws and tacks. This one's for the ice cream van This one's for it's tires This one's for the garbage can This one's crimped with pliers. This one is for candy canes This one is for showers This one's for losses and gains And this for magic powers. This is for a dog that bites This one's for the bloody mist This last one is for who recites Then slays the hearer of this list.

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Caren Krutsinger

Date: 4/9/2018 1:10:00 AM

The ending slays me, Jessica.

Jessica Amanda Salmonson
Date: 4/10/2018 3:13:00 PM

Ha!

Jessica Amanda Salmonson

Date: 4/8/2018 4:02:00 PM

Nowadays they give medals for protecting oil fields or sitting in a portable in Nevada drone-bombing muslim children in border villages of Afghanistan. The "complex" Eisenhower warned against is long entrenched with wars open-ended or eternal. But must admit, I was thinking of North Korean generals, weighted down with medals from collar to knees, surely some of those were for winning pie contests.