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"I don't see Iraq. I hear it."
"Teflon Don" @ "Acute Politics"

When I close my eyes, I don't see Iraq. I hear it. Every night when I close my eyes and go to sleep, the quiet night is broken by the ringing memory of bombs long blown apart. I heard Iraq once in the gunshots as a man died in a bad drug deal nearby, and I hear it still every afternoon when the grade school across the fence recesses.

I still hear the music, too. . . .

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Posted by: Mike 2008-03-18
http://www.rantburg.com/poparticle.php?ID=234248