Sad, Yet true,
You all died on my sixth birthday.
The planes hit,
The towers fell,
The remains incinerated as I blew out my candles.
It was as tragic as the Alfred P. Murrah Building bombing.
All those folks,
Rest in peace.
You all died on my sixth birthday.
The planes hit,
The towers fell,
The remains incinerated as I blew out my candles.
It was as tragic as the Alfred P. Murrah Building bombing.
All those folks,
Rest in peace.
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