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FAR FROM HOME
Far from home, in the desert, I lead a burning life, Away from my countrymen Son, daughter and my wife. I don’t why am I here, But the WMD, Stacked by Saddam, are the cause, At least thus told are we. These WMD threatened The USA so much, We were told to kill Saddam. An act of valour such! There were no WMD. Now there is no Saddam. Still in this Iraq desert, I don’t know why I am. • Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format. M C Gupta 16 December 2007
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