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Subject: 11

Author:
Lori S. Maynard

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Date Posted: 13:21:13 10/23/01 Tue
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I don't have to name a month.
I don't even have to name a year.
The haunting word "eleventh"
now is synonomous with pain and fear.

On the ninth we were rejoicing Sunday,
the favored day of rest.
On the tenth we rejoined our routines
and tried to achieve our best.

On the eleventh, time stood silent
as two boheamoths fell.
Tears tumbled over great Niagra
as we breathed the smoke of hell.

Civilians, that was our sudden title,
not working man, husband nor wife.
No longer the leftout student,
no longer just ordinary life.

Three angels were ripped from Heaven
with their cargo held in arms.
They were delivered down to earth
to cause our spirit terror and harm.

The sidewalk beggar now running past
others with the same dust on their face.
Suddenly, all resembled each other
as though suddenly all one race.

The anchor man, the priest and teacher
all had a story to pass on down.
We are a stonger nation today
we must never forget that now.

On the twelth man stood and wept
near the seering metallic limbs
of three great structures bleeding...
Architectural accomplishments of men.

On the twelth, a great crater in Pennsylvania
greeted the world in an eerie smile
prooving a descent that had happend
at a verticle and rapid mile.

Heroes born and icons lost,
and angels now taken from this land.
We've become stronger, more faithful inside
and can form a strong circle of hands.

May peace, one day, return to us
when God feels that we are ready.
He gave us peace, and also war
it's a balance that must be kept steady.

�October 21, 2001 Lori S. Maynard

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Re: 11	Raphaela	17:00:12 10/23/01 Tue