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I wrote this poem on the train in to work on 13/09/01. The dawn was breaking beautifully and seemed at odds with the terror of the past few days.
The words just came and seemed appropiate as I looked out of the window at the sunrise that couldn't be tainted by man.
This poem is for all the people of America and for all sane and humane people in the world in the midst of this madness.
The words just came and seemed appropiate as I looked out of the window at the sunrise that couldn't be tainted by man.
This poem is for all the people of America and for all sane and humane people in the world in the midst of this madness.
