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That Fateful September {911}

For those who have paid ultimately for FREEDOM As I stood and watched the towers burn I thought when will those who hate us learn America isnt measured by its tallest steeple but by the dignity and courage of its people America is a concept, rather than a nation where freedom reigns in constant celebration where new thoughts and ideas are cherished those rights evident by those who perished mothers, fathers, a family member taken away that fateful september a horrible tragedyy, and a great loss but the concept will remain at any cost America will continue to flourish and grow and in the very end all will know unlike the towers the people still stand all races, religions, proudly, hand in hand In the end we shall all decease and the concept will change to eternal peace For Some Copyright © Bob C Shank

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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