9/11 attacks
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I do not know on what bright September morn,A nation stood, warm though weathered, unknown. Proudly, steel towers touched the heavens,As a thrumming of hearts, a flow of life drew near.
As I look out and see
All that is in front of me,
I think in my head,
‘ how many are there here, dead?’
I know the number,
But that does not matter. What I was not yet born to remember
