Good morning to you, Venus, Or is it the moon?
Anyway, I can’t sleep.
So how are you at 4:30 a.m.?
Formation time?
The sergeant shouts a something or other, And I feel sick.
What shall we talk about today?
Dylan Thomas, Kafka, Byron, the latest strike…
Or the flowers along the way On yesterday’s forced march? Oh, boy, There I went and did it. 20 pushups for being out of step.
But then…. Aren’t we all?

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