Poetry

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Sixty-four boarded in Washington

Flight seven seven bound for L.A.

And nobody knew, except for a few,

The true destination that day.



The cabin prepared for the take off.

The pilot got clearance to go.

But once in the air, some passengers there,

Had suddenly taken control.



While at the pentagon, business as usual.

No one had even a clue,

Their fate would be met, by a suicide jet,

In the land of the red, white and blue.



Well Americans are not going to cower

And terrorists will someday regret.

September eleventh two thousand and one.

America will never forget!



Copyright 2003 William Heffner



Dedicated to all who lost their lives at the United States Pentagon on September 11, 2001.

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