Fw: Fw: Two Thousand One, Nine Eleven

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> >TWO THOUSAND ONE, NINE ELEVEN (2001-9/11)

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> >Two thousand one, nine eleven

> >Five thousand plus arrive in heaven

> >As they pass through the gate,

> >Thousands more appear in wait

> >A bearded man with stovepipe hat

> >Steps forward saying, " Lets sit, lets chat "

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> >They settle down in seats of clouds

> >A man named shouts out proud

> > " I have a dream! " and once he did

> >The Newcomer said, " Your dream still lives. "

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> >Groups of soldiers in blue and gray

> >Others in khaki, and green then say

> > " We're from Bull Run, Yorktown, the Maine "

> >The Newcomer said, " You died not in vain. "

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> >From a man on sticks one could hear

> > " The only thing we have to fear... "

> >The Newcomer said, " We know the rest,

> >trust us sir, we've passed that test. "

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> > " Courage doesn't hide in caves

> >You can't bury freedom, in a grave, "

> >The Newcomers had heard this voice before

> >A distinct Yankees twang from Hyannisport shores

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> >A silence fell within the mist

> >Somehow the Newcomer knew that this

> >Meant time had come for her to say

> >What was in the hearts of the five thousand plus that day

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> > " Back on Earth, we wrote reports,

> >Watched our children play in sports

> >Worked our gardens, sang our songs

> >Went to church and clipped coupons

> >We smiled, we laughed, we cried, we fought

> >Unlike you, great we're not "

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> >The tall man in the stovepipe hat

> >Stood and said, " Don't talk like that!

> >Look at your country, look and see

> >You died for freedom, just like me "

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> >Then, before them all appeared a scene

> >Of rubbled streets and twisted beams

> >Death, destruction, smoke and dust

> >And people working just 'cause they must

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> >Hauling ash, lifting stones,

> >Knee deep in hell, but not alone

> > " Look! Blackman, Whiteman, Brownman, Yellowman

> >Side by side helping their fellow man! "

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> >So said , as he watched the scene

> > " Even from nightmares, can be born a dream. "

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> >Down below three firemen raised

> >The colors high into ashen haze

> >The soldiers above had seen it before

> >On Iwo Jima back in '44

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> >The man on sticks studied everything closely

> >Then shared his perceptions on what he saw mostly

> > " I see pain, I see tears,

> >I see sorrow -- but I don't see fear. "

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> > " You left behind husbands and wives

> >Daughters and sons and so many lives

> >are suffering now because of this wrong

> >But look very closely. You're not really gone.

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> >All of those people, even those who've never met you

> >All of their lives, they'll never forget you

> >Don't you see what has happened?

> >Don't you see what you've done?

> >You've brought them together, together as one.

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> >With that the man in the stovepipe hat said

> > " Take my hand, " and from there he led

> >five thousand plus heroes, Newcomers to heaven

> >On this day, two thousand one, nine eleven

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> >DON'T KEEP SUCH MEANINGFUL WORDS AND

> >FEELINGS TO YOURSELF

> >PASS THIS ONE ALONG

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