11-Sep-01


8:48, first plane hit
Explosion, fire, smoke
Terror, broken hearts, death
Destruction, lives lost, nothing left
Ground Zero: ashes, smell of death
Emptiness, debris, nothing left
September 11th is a day America will never forget
Innocent men and women lost their lives that day
Our nation rebuilt, but we will never be the same

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