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America

A couple times a year you proudly fly your flag, watch programs on TV and about America you brag. You sing the national anthem and wear red, white, and blue, but what about the families affected all year through? That old man in the wheel chair; every morning he rolls by. You call him a hobo, but in the war he nearly died. On that September morning when many lives were lost, the pain of mothers and children was the greatest cost. We can come together to rebuild buildings and raise money but Daddy won't come home to them or tell Mom "I love you, honey." We are one big family, much more than just a nation. Every neighbor, every race, we all are God's creation.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 8/23/2009 4:30:00 PM
Absolute class this write is, i wrote a tribute poem called 9/11 - but it's based on the events of the day, i would love your comments on it - if you get a free moment>>James
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Date: 8/20/2009 9:12:00 AM
We worked together for a few weeks after the tragedy, then went back to our old ways. When will they ever learn. We need to practice what we preach. Vince
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Date: 8/17/2009 8:24:00 PM
It's a shame but it usually takes a tragedy for people to realize this. Good work....Karla
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