051110l Foul Deck - Poem by Manonton Dalan
jet planes are roaring up in sky
they must have trouble landing
on ship that is off chesapeake
i know night time flying into ship
that's awesome; they got trap
safe as long as it goes straight
'on the ball, up, up, up, foul deck'
approach is too low; wave off
that's all night evolution; no sleep
there's no overtime pay for this
but we do it because it's a job
i know they're proud to be there
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