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September 11, 2001
Everyone awakes to a normal day,
They all think that's how it will stay.
As they all start to move and sway,
They see it in the sky.
New York is suddenly filled with trash,
After a deafening airplane crash.
A World Trade Center tower is smashed.
Some think it is a lie.
Some people for hours don't believe,
Because it's something they can't percieve,
A terror this great their mind can't conceive,
Where so many people will die.
At last the whole world has heard the sad news.
Working are flocks of rescue crews.
Some people cry or sing the blues
And say some final goodbyes.
Your poem brings back memories of a day I will never forget. Please visity my site and read the short story I wrote about my personal experience of that day.