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Nov 2013
Her barracks are the bedroom
Her gun, washing machine
Her M.O.S. is simply to
make sure their plates are clean
Her uniform, a skirt and blouse
Her tank, an S.U.V.
When thinking of him, weeps and asks:
"Why couldn't it be me?"
Ainsley
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Ainsley  Kansas
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