Cameras flash,
peddlers hawk souvenirs,
fatherless children
still question why,
cry water color tears,
soak hearts and stick figures
of private 9-11's
stored up in painted heavens;
"Miss you dad" and "I love you's"
never run dry.
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Cameras flash, peddlers hawk souvenirs, fatherless children still question why, cry water color tears, soak hearts and stick figures of private 9-11's stored up in painted heavens; never run dry. Author notesyesterday we went to Ground Zero in Manhattan, so impressed and touched by the pictures that were drawn by children of fallen police and firemen from 9-11 on the walls there for all to see, like a museum. In a listA contest entry
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