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[sid] => 77080
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Yellow Ribbon
[time] => 2004-12-23 22:28:51
[hometext] => To my mom, who is missing her Iraq bound husband during the holiday.
[bodytext] => It will come. Don't worry about the smaller things, the bills to pay, the wedding rings, whatever it is the future brings, wait for it, and it will come. Don't spend each day like it your last or you'll end up with a mottled past with days that go by too fast, savor them, and it will come Don't rue the day and curse the morrow, don't lose yourself in senseless sorrow, if each breath and hope you must borrow, then pay them back, and it will come. Don't stop your life in this time of war, remember who he's going for, obviously one that he adores, wait for him, and he will come. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 57 [informant] => CodyJ [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => war )
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