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That Morning It seems like so long ago But then again like yesterday I was minding my daily drive The routine was underway A twist of the radio dial Brought a voice I’d never heard Apparently out of character Was a man named Howard Stern He reported breaking news But it sounded like a joke I expected tasteless diatribe In words this shock-jock spoke It soon became apparent That this was not sick humor I pulled over to the shoulder And hoped it was a rumor We soon would learn what happened And how unknowns can hate And how we’d trade security For a much less freer State It’s not the people we don’t know Who live differently in peace It’s the extremes at either end That want our lives to cease But all-in-all I want to think Like Anne Frank said so smart In spite of everything I still believe That people are good at heart ![]()
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