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As the threat of war looms over our heads,
I think of my girls, tucked safe in their beds. How can I explain this, what can I say? Without taking their sense of security away? All of our children deserve a safe home, to feel loved and nurtured, and not be alone. And deep down I know that the Moms in Iraq, must feel just the same, as they wait for attack. I only can wish that we moms were in charge, I'm sure we'd do better than some screwed up sarg who simply can't wait to hear "dubya" say, "Go for it fellows, let's blow them away!"
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