January 19, 2008
By Author Unknown, New York City, NY

I will always remember
The day of September
The year was 2001
When they first woke up the thought they were gonna have fun
But instead they had to run.

Seeing babies cry
They knew they wont be able to say good-bye.
What had happen to all the flowers?
And those two, tall towers?

Don’t you remember
The day of September?
You can call it lugubrious
We know for sure it wasn’t fabulous
Life was so tragic
Where was the magic?

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