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Saturday, June 14, 2008
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Current mood:  confused
Category: Writing and Poetry
~~~~people this is not a true poem, so please don't message me back about this. this is in memory of all those that HAVE had this happen to them and their families. thank-you.~~~~~
9.1.1 nine, one, one. whats it to you? police and their "fun"? a family crying "boo-hoo"? to me its not just a number, could people be any dumber? to me its a date, and a symbol of hate. nine eleven. my brother was sent to heaven, buried under a brick tent, i was only seven! his grave is adorned, my family still mourns. now i sit at home still feeling all alone. in his memory, writing a sad poem. ~in memory of 9-11~
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