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Condolences Forever Invoked - 9 11 2001

Condolences Forever Invoked - 9/11/2001 (I sit corrected for typing year 201, when most of America untrammeled by hordes of humanity, and probably far more similar to the garden of Eden, which approximate space/time continuum disparity only about twenty centuries ago, a place unimaginably wine ding with saltine, pristine Ovaltine, NON GMO gluten and monosodiumglutimate free and divine untamed wilderness.) Many unsuspecting innocent lives unwittingly found themselves at ground zero with absolutely no time to bid loved ones adieu, and thus with a metaphorically clangorous (aire splitting din – bedlam askew n'er to be silenced), aye felt near ready, viz no haw wing, nor hem ming – waze farewell call to peace monger... and arm Matthew nine one one when clear out of the blue a resounding handy dandy bell lose clue asper, a fitting notion pain fully apropos to applaud motley crue i.e. strangers risk king life and limb, would definitely do, no matter where persons stationed come thee ex-tolling bells morrow, (whence thee fateful seventeenth anniversary twill dolefully arrive - somberly dawning for survivors and/or next of kin - less than twenty four hours from now), sans unforgettable tragedy indelibly etched will be recalled in a blinding fiery stormy flashback, where significant lost lives will replay, when weaponized airplanes took a kamikaze nose dive a dwindling cadre, qua first line of defense, emergency civilian and/or military trained personnel jumped into the blizzard decimated fray, whereat selfless persons scurried (helter skelter like) all abustle analogous to a outsize bee hive where 24/7 news broad casters did air (nee blast) round the clock latest bulletins, could not escape incessant blare ring frozen like a life size like sculpture seated in favorite easy chair hypnotized by the sheer colossal utterly incomprehensible dare devilish a state of emergency, the then president (George Walker Bush) did declare dumb founded, slack jawed, and wicked deed waiting for horror to be recanted as an err roar overloaded sensory circuits exceeded threshold, nonetheless listeners and/or viewers forced themselves to hear live coverage far more appalling than any night mare.

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