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About This Poem
In Memory of 9-11
In mind, stand I among a crowd not cheering,
Ash floats as feathers toward a peaceful ground.
Mid crunching steel & rubble still smoldering,
I'm left today, to remember, death's eerie sound.
I'm now engulfed by sounds of sirens blaring,
I vision scores of broken bodies at every hand.
A sucker punch to our collective mid section,
And it's changed life's way in this great land.
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