BIVOUAC
Duffel bag and blanket,
some piece of junk for a
tent. Here is where they say
we're camping tonight, after
17 miles along some dusty
road. It's not as bad as all
that, but I can't even tell
where there's a town.
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Maybe a railroad noise will tell
me something; place direction,
inclination. Is there a bar where
we could get a drink? Some lassie
to spend some time with. Gosh,
I get so sorrowfully lonesome.
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Hard-tack, some dried-out beef,
with just some coffee to hang on
the fire. They told me there'd be a
lot of surprises, but they never made
mention of nothing like this.
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