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| The day was Tuesday, September 11, When many Americans were sent to Heaven. None of them had time to think or react; It took just an instant to become a fact. Good-byes were said by only a choice few, Using cell phones to warn -- peace was askew. As folks in New York went about there morning, Work at the Pentagon was as usual -- no warning. Terrorists had a plan to destroy our peace; But America's faith & belief will never cease. We have a huge wound set deep, and are weeping for sure, But will recover, be stronger and forever endure. Our peace is too precious to give up to a few, We will do whatever it takes to rebuild anew. All who perished in horror, whose cries are still loud, Will give us the strength to wave Old Glory & be proud! By: Juanita A. Spaulding |
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This is my country, Those were innocent people you killed; You, who think it funny, Evelyn Ruth Snow Copyright ©2001 Evelyn Snow |
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Let us sing the song of freedom, Author: Scot Davis |
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It's with deepest sympathy I write this poem. Written by: Blandine Chura |
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Your mission has not been accomplished! Yes,
you have destroyed buildings and taken thousands of lives but you
have not killed the American spirit. Louella M. Kelly - One Proud American |
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