Good morning Vietnam!

Whether you're a soldier
or a horror
or a blast
from lightning past,
you're feet don't touch the ground
as you wander by
too fast.
I ask myself the question
will you lead
me up the aisle,
and you smile
quite stupendously
as I become another X file.
Take me to your leader
may he be quite young
and lean,
though I haven't got
a stitch to wear
and I'm feeling quite
sanguine.


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