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Come back to me, David. (Allah will pray for you)
by Vikki OwensCome back, darling David,
forget the sand.
Forget the mortars, forget.
Fear will get your back, but it will rob you....
Allah is not your enemy, children are not explosives.
Forget what you have seen, forget the ballistics.
David, lovely David, my brother. Come back to me.
When you come home, come back.
There is Faith here, and consolation. 04/02/2005 Posted on 04/02/2005
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