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To: jlallen who wrote (156919)	1/25/2005 8:49:54 AM
From: michael97123	Respond to of 281500

Getting back to what i said yesterday, Iraqi Sunni leaders want to be included (NYTimes article today) in the new govt, even though many of these same leaders are against the elections. Again, post elections, the insurgency will be under pressure from realistic sunni nationalists and the terrorists component of the insurgency may be the odd man out. I expect US troops to disengage as much as possible from actual combat and Sunni, Shiaa and Kurds to hammer out a post election deal that will give sunni representation for decision making to moderate nationalists thus splitting nationalists from baathists and both from terrorists. Mike

To: jlallen who wrote (156919)	1/25/2005 8:55:45 AM
From: michael97123	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 281500

"Oh Winny Boy" JT, Why dont you take a shot at the lyrics and convert to Winny Boy. It will keep you out of trouble for awhile. (g) Lyrics Oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling It’s you, it’s you must go and I must bide But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow It’s I’ll be here in sunshine, or in shadow Oh danny boy, oh danny boy, I love you so But when ye come and all the flowers are dying If I am dead, and dead I well may be You’ll come and find the place where I am lying And kneel and say an ave there for me And I shall hear tho’ soft you tread above me And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be For you will bend and tell me that you love me And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me