SERGEANT BIMINOFF
(my blue Pennington model)
'I can't find nothing to write home about
and don't have a thing to say : bluebird
redbird robin chirping from the tree. Can
I look around you, to see what you do see?
That cultural oasis you inhabit, it's blinding.
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The funny guy with the trumpet is blowing
a taps - he wants the girl in red to go
upstairs with him, but she won't. We all
laugh, lugubriously slowly and loud. It's
almost a truly sad scene - these military
guys, always so horny, get really
hard-up for sex.
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I wished once for always more than
I got. She was bashful and baleful and
a beauty. Long ago, anyway - that
was all disappeared, and now I remember
nothing but her name. Amy. Amanda.
Or something.'
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