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Saturday, September 11, 2004

9-11
Here is a poem I wrote for this very day, last night.

A little girl walked to school, that cool September day,
She sat in her 4th grade seat, to hear what the teacher had to say.
He talked of math, and the Constitution,
Then the principal gave innteruption.
He went out, to hear the news, and came out looking ghostly
"Why won't he tell us?" The girl thought crossly.
Her daycare bus picked her up, and an hour later, she went home.
"Hey Mom!" She yelled noisily.
"Shh...hon..." She pointed at the TV.
What she saw was filled with horror.
Smoked billowed out of the 110 floor.
Alot of people died.
Many more cried.
"What will we do? I'm so afraid!"
"All I know, is to bow down and pray."
So the girl realized that the world wasn't pink and frilly,
It was a nasty shade of brown.
But the Lord does care, as he looks down.
He knows what Saddam and Osama did.
They will get their punishment in the end.
But more importantly; The US stands. One nation, under god, hand in hand.
We will fight for our future, being all that we can be.

This story was not based on one person. Sure, I was the teller, it happened to me, but every fourth grade girl basically was stood for in this poem.
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