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Saturday, April 07, 2007

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A cold wet dreary day in the north and I sit wondering what to write. I haven’t posted on Warriors lately because nothing seems to fit the site. That is until now.

I play the harmonica, well I know one song. Everyone tells me to learn more, but I play the one song well. It moves me to write, to think, to dream. Today as the keys move, my thoughts speed on ahead . . . The song is sad and each time I play it I think of a only soldier sitting on the banks of a river somewhere, dreaming of home.

Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you.
Away you rolling river!
Oh, Shenandoah, I long to hear you.
Away, I’m bound away,
‘Cross the wide Missouri.

is . This Easter . Remember what it means to go to war. There are no sides, only hardships . . .





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