Combat boots come down from the rafters
Cracked leather needs a little mink oil.
An intricate map is drawn.
Soul put in motion a mission.
The dusty stuff spread on the lawn.
Donate cruel photos without permission
Raise your salute , or a flag , or slap me on the back for life changes
Play some spiritual music while I dance.
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