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Greg Dickerson's Writings

  Nine teen eighty two The few, the proud, a marine Marine Corps boot camp   They try to break you Tear you down to build you up Can’t if your mind works   Many young men fall Into the macho mind game I already knew me   The Marine image I wanted to make the team To see if I could   Seemed important The shows I grew up watching John Wayne...
                               No Banner but the Sky   The stars are all out and so is the moon As a warm gentle wind breezes in June I look at the sky and wonder aloud What have I done that can be thought of as...