september 11 2001

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Hand over heart, head lifted to Old Glory. A flicker, a single thought, crosses my mind. I remember, I remember when ash rained down like new fallen snow,
A Voice, Barely a whisper, But load enough to be heard.   A light, Barely a flicker, But bright enough to be seen.   A shimmer of hope, A flicker of joy, A glimmer of love.
Richard Drew took a beautiful picture; Everybody whines  It's a tragedy   All I see is exactly how I feel when I want to flee
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