Lawrence Hall
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Sergeant Schultz
Saw Everything
This sad world needs another Sergeant Schultz
That merry miles
ponderosus who
Carried his rifle like a walking stick
And celebrated strudel instead of glory
His innocent joy repudiated
The burning-soul pornography of war
In seeing nothing he saw everything
Through ordinary men living in hope
The liturgy of daily happiness
This sad world needs another Sergeant Schultz
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