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Cut&paste 911 poem
will270win
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> > TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN> >> > Two thousand one, nine eleven> > Three thousand plus arrive in heaven> > As they pass through the gate,> > Thousands more appear in wait> >> > A bearded man with stovepipe hat> > Steps forward saying, "Lets sit, lets chat"> > They settle down in seats of clouds> > A man named Martin shouts out proud> > "I have a dream!" and once he did> > The Newcomer said, "Your dream still lives."> >> > Groups of soldiers in blue and gray> > Others in khaki, and green then say> > "We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine"> > The Newcomer said, "You died not in vain."> >> > >From a man on sticks one could hear> > "The only thing we have to fear.> > The Newcomer said, "We know the rest,> > Trust us sir, we've passed that test."> >> > "Courage doesn't hide in caves> > You can't bury freedom, in a grave,"> > The Newcomers had heard this voice before> > A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores.> >> > A silence fell within the mist> > Somehow the Newcomer knew that this> > Meant time had come for her to say> > What was in the hearts of the three thousand plusthat day.> >> > "Back on Earth, we wrote reports,> > Watched our children play in sports> > Worked our gardens, sang our songs> > Went to church and clipped coupons> > We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought> > Unlike you, great we're not"> >> > The tall man in the stovepipe hat> > Stood and said, "Don't talk like that!> > Look at your country, look and see> > >You died for freedom, just like me."> >> > Then, before them all appeared a scene> > Of rubbled streets and twisted beams> > Death, destruction, smoke and dust> > And people working just 'cause they must> > Hauling ash, lifting stones,> > Knee deep in hell, but not alone> >> > "Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman> > Side by side helping their fellow man!"> > So said Martin, as he watched the scene> > "Even from nightmares, can be born a dream."> > Down below three firemen raised> > The colors high into ashen haze> > The soldiers above had seen it before> > On Iwo Jima back in '44> >> > The man on sticks studied everything closely> > Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly> > "I see pain, I see tears,> > I see sorrow - but I don't see fear."> >> > "You left behind husbands and wives> > Daughters and sons and so many lives> > Are suffering now because of this wrong> > But look very closely. You're not really gone.> > All of those people, even those who've never metyou> > All of their lives, they'll never forget you> > Don't you see what has happened?> > Don't you see what you've done?> > You've brought them together, together as one."> >> > With that the man in the stovepipe hat said> > "Take my hand," and from there he led> > Three thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven> > On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven> >> > PLEASE, DON'T KEEP SUCH MEANINGFUL WORDS ANDFEELINGS TO YOURSELF...PASS> > THIS ONE ALONG__________________________________________________
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There is no apology for self defense. will270win@aol.com ~Secret Select Society Of Suave Stylish Smoking Jackets~