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Destruction of the Towers
By: Tracey Criswell Wilson Of all the words unspoken, And all the thoughts unthought, Of all the hearts its broken, And all the pain its brought. So many lives were needlessly lost, And the demonic destruction the Cameras caught. Firefighters carried small lifeless Children. The soot and ashes covered Over so many blocks. We all heard stories of the phone calls, One last time to reach their family, To say good-bye and I love you, Last words their bravery sought. America was forever changed that day, Our hearts so full of pain go out with love. As our Lord comforts those living and risen from above. 10/12/03
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