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Date Posted: 12:44:57 10/06/01 Sat
Author: Lori-Lib
Subject: Poem about 9/11

Dear Folks,

I'm still alive and relatively well and living in Louisiana. I've been watching a lot more news than comedy since the events of 9/11, but I hope to get back in a comedy kind of mood some day soon. "Cake or death" somehow loses a bit of its charm when there has been so much death lately.

I wrote the following poem that I'd like to share with you. Please forgive me for it having absolutely nothing to do with Eddie. :-}

Lori-Lib
smilo@i-55.com
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LOST AND FOUND - 9/11/2001
by Lori Smith

Control of four fuel-heavy planes was lost.
Through madness crew and passengers were lost.
Our grip upon reality seemed lost.
The massive towers blazed and crumbled, lost.

Uncounted lives were vaporized and lost.
Choked with fumes, air's wholesomeness was lost.
A wave of heroes sent to help was lost.
Beloved spouses, siblings, colleagues--lost.

Ash-white victims roamed the wreckage, lost.
The doctors waited, but their cause was lost.
A million tears were shed in sorrow, lost.
The nation's calm complacency was lost.

And yet the symbol of our might still stands.
Not as a building, but as helping hands.
The volunteers that went to any length,
To save a life, are central to our strength.

These common folks from every walk of life,
Despite their fear plunged straight into the strife.
Support and blood flowed in from every state.
It's people that have made this country great.

Our skins and creeds may not be all the same,
In hardship, though, we nurture freedom's flame.
United in our strong diversity,
America holds tight to liberty.

Now raising flags with patriotic fire,
It's justice, not revenge that we require.
In time our cries for justice will be hushed.
The fiend bin Laden's network will be crushed.

With help from friends in many foreign lands,
We will root out these terror-plotting bands.
So bless us God and Allah, Yahweh too,
Bless each Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, and Jew.

At times when villains act our heroes rise.
It's pride that now brings tears to our red eyes.
Self-sacrifice and bravery abound.
America's new heroes have been found!

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Dear Lori-Lib what a wonderful poem and how true! These destroyers are filled with hate and darkness and so can do nothing with their lives but spread pain and death. But we defeat them with our own spirit of unity and assistance to the wounded and suffering and with our indomitable courage and our undaunted dreams. But do not think that the tragedy of Sept 11 makes laughter and comedy out of place. It is the antidote to tragedy and a necessary balm. Go watch that Eddie tape and let his gentle life affirming playfulness wash over you! (NT) -- spoot, 13:54:00 10/06/01 Sat
- Thank you for both the compliment and the good advice. Given that the Emmies have now been canceled, I may do just that. Listening to the news just makes me more depressed. Being depressed makes me want someone to hold me and tell me that everything will be alright. That makes me look at my life and realize that I don't have anyone to do that for me. This, of course, makes me even more depressed. It's a vicious cycle. A little life affirming playfulness might be exactly what I need. (NT) -- Lori-Lib, 19:57:10 10/07/01 Sun
  - Hi Lori Lib, great to see you about, and lovely poem btw. Though I can't replace the person that you yearn to have hold you, please know that I care for you and your well being, and think of you often sending warm wishes your way. And I agree with spoot, go watch Eddie, and fill up with laughter and love for that lovely being. (NT) -- BZC comedy is vital right now to help us along..., 22:11:59 10/07/01 Sun
    - Hi Lori! I remember you!! Great poem!Eddie really is a tonic and has the knack of bonding people into deep friendships. I went thro a lonely stage before I became surrounded by Izzardites...Who are all good at hugging, by the way. A Signigicant Other will probably turn up when you stop looking, corny, but true!!MWxx (NT) -- Lots of love from Mysterywomanxxxxxxx, 14:07:04 10/08/01 Mon
      - Hi MW, hope all is well with you..... (NT) -- BZC, 14:38:32 10/08/01 Mon
        BZC, you finally have mail!! Sorry 4 the delay! (NT) -- MWxx, 13:25:03 10/12/01 Fri