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KNEE DEEP IN RICE PADDIES
In old dilapidated rooming houses
Sometimes they ease the pain
With a needle in their arm
Or pop cans of liquid courage
On those ghastly days in life
When their dissociated minds
Are filled with horrors of war
Or with nowhere to hide
They stalk their shadows
Down the sidewalks of life
Mumbling quiet vulgarities
Under their whisky breath
The pangs of war memories
Replaying in their mind
Reverting back to Vietnam
Knee deep in rice paddies
On a crazy afternoon
On a solitary street in the
United States of America.
