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Thank God Obama got back in. If Romney got in then there would

Thank God Obama got back in.

If Romney got in then there would be

another war in the Middle East. THANK

GODNESS!!!!

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GRACEROCKS 1 decade ago

Ok i know its your opinion but some people like romney so also think of them

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heaven_is_here 1 decade ago

I know and I respect their opinion but I still think I'm right. War is something I just can't advocate or allow, I just felt like I needed to post something. I didn't want to offend you or anyone else.

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posted November 7, 2012 at 3:32pm UTC tagged with surveys

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