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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=374779" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Out Of Khaki</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I slung me khaki suit to-day. <br>Civilian now front heel to chin <br>I 'op round on a single shin; <br>At home in peace I'm bound to stay. <br>'N' so they've took me duds away. <br>It 'urt like strippin' off me skin! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I put it on three years ago, <br>The ole brown rig. There wasn't then <br>A prouder chicken in the pen. <br>Jist twenty turned, me nibs you'd know <br>For how I give me chest a throw, <br>A man among the best of men. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Me little no the touch I give, <br>Me chin's ez solid ez a rock, <br>'N' level with the Town 'All clock, <br>A five-inch grin across me chiv. <br>“Lor' love us, this is how to live,” <br>Sez I, 'n' felt I owned the Block. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Glad eyes was ever on the lurk, <br>'N' little 'earts was thumpin' warm <br>For nippers trainin' with the swarm <br>To swat ole Kaiser Bill, or work <br>A toe-hold on the heathen Turk. <br>Fair dink, I loved the uniform! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I soused mine in the brine that day <br>When Tophet spilt, 'n' in the roar <br>Of shells that split the sea 'n' tore <br>Our boats to chips, we broke any <br>Up through the pelt of leaden spray, <br>'N' got our first real taste of war. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They shot me tunic all to rags; <br>Then in the perpendic'lar spree <br>Me trousers wore off to the knee. <br>The right-abouts of many bags <br>Was ground off in the dust 'n' crags <br>A-sittin' in Gallipoli. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I wore the khaki on the Somme- <br>Most time 'twas jist a coat of mud; <br>I once come through the battle scud <br>Stripped mother-naked by a bomb; <br>'N' once it' took its color from <br>Me own 'n' one good cobber's blood. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They cheered the khaki through the street <br>When we come home with pipers gay, <br>But now I'm jist a bloke in grey. <br>Harf-lost, lob-sided, incomplete, <br>It's nothin' but me spook you'll meet, <br>Ghost-walkin' in the light o' day.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Edward+George+Dyson">Edward George Dyson</a><div class=q>
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Civilian now front heel to chin 
I 'op round on a single shin; 
At home in peace I'm bound to stay. 
'N' so they've took me duds away. 
It 'urt like strippin' off me skin! 

I put it on three years ago, 
The ole brow..."></div>
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