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A South Korean boy was found;
In a bomb ditch, nearly drowned.
With no one left to take him in;
The GI Joes adopted him.

Gave him clothes and every week;
A few new English words to speak.
The first sentence he composed:
“I no like learn English, Joe.”

Cleaned him up and named him Clover.
Army rations won him over;
Suspicious of what was inside;
The outer labels were his guide;

Peaches pictured on the tin;
Meant peaches would be found within!
Thus on Clovers DONT EAT list:
Aunt Jemima Pancake mix.

My brother told his tales to me;
When he came home in ’53.
Knowing as they all did then;
They’d never see that boy again.

Sometimes in his reverie;
He’ll call me Clover absently.
And smile and wink with old mans eyes;
Recalling under war-torn skies;
They all were boys, too soon, too wise.

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