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In my eighth grade head, I dreamt of the next year, All the new friends I would make, And the old ones I’d hold dear.   I started school with thrill,
I And I see them When I least expect it On visiting the VA, One might be wearing a cap  Saying Vietnam Veteran.   II Yes, I see them!  
My scars are hidden,  Not self-inflicted Still they reflect,  My anatomical neglect.   See, I was born with a battle.  And I've just got to deal,  But your comments rattle
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