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That Morning
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That Morning |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569
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 Wearing jackets made of dust Powdered memories raining down Hands clenched to briefcases Bakeries and diners turned bomb shelters Panic in the streets and in the fields We were all covered in dust and we trembled the same that blue sky morning |
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MOCindy Member
since 2008-07-30
Posts 73 |
The sad morning. We woke up to watch, to listen and we bravely passed it to history. Good poem. C |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Really fit well with the picture, my friend.. together everything is said.... j. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Tina, You wrote this well. Hugs to you, Alison |
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TinaTrivett Senior Member
since 2006-07-15
Posts 569 |
Thanks all...I appreciate the kind words.  |
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