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TWO TOWERS

Two towers standing tall and straight
Years to build, nearly eight

A symbol of Americas' might
New Yorks' skyline beautiful at night

Thousands of workers going to and fro
Working in offices so their prosperity would grow

Returning home at the end of the day
Sanctuary with family, children would play

Planning a future with a spouse
Hoping one day to build their dream house

Maybe one day take a vacation
Possibly visiting another nation

Then one day, on that terrible morning
A nation finds herself in mourning

Two towers standing tall and straight
Two air liners sealed their horrible fate

This poem was written by Mars Davis Sr on Oct 30, 2007.

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  1. Virginia (Ginny) Muller says:

    I think this was awesome.....so real.....