I was walking across the veranda,
The Grade sevens gave me smiles,
Then they turned in unison,
And let forth some "Zieg Heils!"
Little bastards.
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Excuse me if I'm in front, Or behind on a poem each day, Sometimes the real world intrudes, And that's all I have to say.
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