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THAT WHICH WE CALLED A BOOT

Boots, boots, many sorts of boots

I've worn all kinds, usually those that would suit

The job that I was assigned at the time,

And as far as I’m concerned, that was just fine.

They ranged from combat to the safety ones,

Because, in my job, I didn't require a gun,

I did need boots that would prevent a shock

Of electricity from suddenly stopping my clock.

I employed electrons in my war, you see -

I didn’t hunt Charlie, he came looking for me.

But, sometimes I had to do a quick flip

From working on the radar to make a fast trip

To the perimeter wall for my machine gun

And help yank a knot in  Charlie’s fun.

Since I rarely traveled very far on my feet,

To engage the enemy - or in prudent retreat -

I rarely thought about those boots of mine,

Mostly, they were just something to shine.

©Thurman P. Woodfork

October 04, 2002

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