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Horror I see daily at work
When I read of the crimes My charges have committed. Grief and I met early When Grandpa left forever As I couldn't stop Grandma from crying. Love first came at eleven. Mary was the first of several until the day I found a wife. Fear has been a daily event Since the birth of my son While watching him grow and thrive. Passion has filled my life through the course of my ages Via woman, books and Yankee baseball. September 11, 2001 I knew horror Again as the buildings crumbled and the TVs showed it all. I was filled with grief as the numbers rolled in including people I knew. Love for my family in NYC consumed me as I paced throughout the first few hours. Fear enveloped me as I desperately Called New York again and again Looking for my missing dad. Passion for my childhood home Multiplied watching an infamous City come together when needed. I'm ashamed to say none of it compared To the relief I felt when at last My father answered the phone.
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