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A New York Minute
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September 2002 Poetry A year and a day ago,
September 10, 2001.
A New York Minute,
was like any other.
Fast, speedy,
and it flew by so quickly,
no one gave notice.
But the very next day,
just 1 year ago,
that all changed.
The minutes seemed to go by,
slower than ever.
That New York Minute,
was gone,
as they searched for survivors,
in the rubble of 2 fallen towers.
America watched and prayed.
Terror was everywhere.
Now it puts a whole new meaning,
the a New York Minute.
~*~ Jill ~*~
It doesn't suck it's truthful!