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MY BABY'S COMING HOME
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COUNTRY POEMS
You're coming home.
From Iraq.
Over is the attack.
My baby's coming home.
I'll no longer be alone.
No longer will we have to talk by phone.
No longer will from you emails, I'll have to wait.
That, I really hate.
Off my shoulders, lifted a weight, that I hated too.
Yes it's true. I'm no longer blue.
You'll no longer be away.
We can finally play.
