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-=September Morning=- A normal day. Clear blue skies. Above your heads roars a plane. No special attention rewarded. Behind you an explosion so loud every head turns, every mouth drops. Billowing clouds of smoke poor towards the heavens. Minutes later.. another explosion. Her legs buckle, a grand tower collapses.. Falling, falling, falling. A single tear running down every cheek A city becomes chaotic, fleeing from the site. Confusion, fear.. they became the known expressions. The next tower falls. We become one color. America is united. Something weve always wanted. Red White Blue... These colors DONT run. POEM SUBMITED 3/14/02
Posted on: Thu, 11 Sep 2014 09:54:47 +0000

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