Kickabout
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Iraq has voted, less bloodily
than might have been feared,
though bloody uncertainty persists.
In a hopeful Allawi government ad,
U.S. tanks grind across the desert
toward the border, dust swirling.
Lads drop a ball, kickabout begins.
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