My M1 rifle always beside me,
Ready for action when necessary.
Never missed a target I aimed for,
Never cursed the ones I missed.
I could clean it in the dark,
Knew every part of it.
It was my buddy in the war
And its sound seemed like a roar.
Rain or shine it stood me well;
Reliable as any weapon can be.
Sharpshooter that I be,
Was because it was true to me.
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Ron
Love ya!
Jane