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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