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Month of the Military Child Poem

Some of our uniforms are green.

We are always seen.

We will do whatever it means.

We are not always clean.

Some of us are teens.

We use lots of different machines.

We are forced to eat our peas.

We also are forced to eat our beans.

We have some good genes.

I eat pizza.

What am I?


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