AMAZONS
ALPHA abecedarians to me
Alphas... mighty as proclaimed
Bustling through the armory
Called out by name "Anderson, Bertteli, Commodore...
Dennison and Loami..."
ECHO training to the left
...forgotten mammeries to your right!
GOLF and TANGO,
...hype and trauma out the door!
Inez!? ...we've hammered you before,
Jemson what are you waitin for!?
KENTUCKY... KANSAS...
L...Lenor!
Mudbone gal... go pump the floor!
N ie one caught on this floor
Only taking on a chore!
Peoples hustle,
Quintcy, yor the last
"redneck" ahm gone do this fohrrr!
Salime, Trustit, Uberstine!
Verify this regulations thing...
Work and training ends at three
Xcept for you unsat three!
You got the rest of t'day to get back to me
Z your way to it or "B" set free! AMAZONS... Alphabet icly!
_platoonwise by "Sully" CarmenCross-Safieddine
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CarmenJimersonCross-Safieddine
A widow, sharing experiences. SHARING LIFE LIVED, things seen, lessons learned & spreading peace where I can.
Call me "Gina" ( pronounced "jeena" ) short for REGINA
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