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That Day

Black smoke was rising to the clouds,
The people surrounding became quite a crowd.
That September day just might be,
The worst thing we may ever see.
The planes crashed deliberately into the pentagon, the twins, and the Pennsylvania field,
I believe the country has just about healed.
The flames went up, the flames went down,
Many people put on a frown.
Many dive to stay alive,
Other people still live and thrive.
The angel of death came over them,
While their families sang a hymn.
As we sit somewhere today,
Let us all begin to pray,
And remember that September day.

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