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Pumba R
Guest
Beautiful morning,
New York, New York.
Gentle breeze,
Gleaming taxis,
Fireball,
-What?
Confusion,
Falling white paper,
Billowing smoke,
Fire,
A deity and a disaster,
Disaster
Terrorists?
Awe.
This can’t really be happening.
Pinch me.
Crash,
Run!
Scream loud,
So the firefighters hear you.
Get up if you can.
Disaster
Once families,
Now orphans.
A young boy from my class is called to the school office.
His dad worked in the South tower.
Believe,
I cant.
New York, New York.
Gentle breeze,
Gleaming taxis,
Fireball,
-What?
Confusion,
Falling white paper,
Billowing smoke,
Fire,
A deity and a disaster,
Disaster
Terrorists?
Awe.
This can’t really be happening.
Pinch me.
Crash,
Run!
Scream loud,
So the firefighters hear you.
Get up if you can.
Disaster
Once families,
Now orphans.
A young boy from my class is called to the school office.
His dad worked in the South tower.
Believe,
I cant.