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9/11

 
Sparrows flew at eight past
In a haste to catch the early morning train
Flapping wings heard from troubled beast souring
A beautiful sight we behold then the screams

The bang swallowed the sound of the coming train
We watched the sky for the fleeing black smoke running insane
Debris and concrete fell from the sky like rain
For the twin towers no umbrella or shades came

Cars crashed into another as men deranged
We watched in terror as the second plane came
It was a disaster, a sudden hurricane
It swept away hearts, lives & souls
We remember this day
The eleventh september that never left us the same.

#waronterror
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