September 11

by Princess JJ   Apr 5, 2005


The sky turned gray,
It was a horrible day.

People were flying,
Then people were dying,
On this horrible day.

People were crying,
Everyone's stopped flying,
On this horrible day.

Everybody was sad,
For all the people they had,
On this horrible day.

This poem is dedicated to the people who suffered the September 11th attack.

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