having a beer
and a quiet smoke
looking at
the white clouds
I'm easily
daydreaming
of a translation
listening to
the guns pound
Puckapunyal
their training day
their country
it's a Thursday
the cockies screech
what the fuck
is it any wonder
transforming
a $5000 shell
into dirt we say
we need another drink
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