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Sirens screamed to warn of disaster. Both men and women risked all to save Those bitten by terrorisms cur Ring around the rosie One building begins to smoke and burn. Then another. Dangerous reception, And yet they went in without concern. A pocket full of posies Saving lives crowded by destruction, They sing a silent song of prayer but Won’t come out until the job is done. Ashes, ashes… A nation watched, as heroes were lost In the red-hot crushing mass. All heroes Who lived and died... Courage was their cross. We all fall down ***Published in: "Fear To Freedom And Beyond 911" ***Featured in the 9/25/2002 Drama newsletter*** ***Featured in the 9/14/11 Drama newsletter***
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