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While Dressing for an American Legion Meeting
A pair of slacks, a pair of shoes, a shirt
A watch to count the weary meeting hours
Coffee with comrades in the old church hall
And all of these are very good indeed
But like old shoes, old pals, the scenes of youth
We must someday let them all go, and pass
Peacefully, one prays, through the spray and foam
And sail until dawn to that farthest Shore
Where only the NCOs must dress right, dress
And the coffee’s always fresh in the company mess
(But will the smoking lamp will be lit?)
