Ye twin towers have toppled of heart's sadness of New York City...
Twas twin building's toppled by terror-not pity.
City of York be new not old...
Shown it's beauty of town known bold.
Kindred hearts of city beset...
Nine eleven that day t'will be hardest to forget.
Many helping hands united to give help that day...
Care and grief of sadness fortold.
Tis now writ of history doth be unfold.
Kindness of heart spread out to this city...
Still be it proud and hopely healed thusly filled with a real truest of gritty.
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MIKE...A FINE TRIBUTE TO THE 'CITY THAT NEVER SLEEPS' & THE CLOSE TO 3,0000 INNOCENT SOULS THAT WERE MURDERED THAT DREADFUL DAY, BECAUSE THEY WERE THERE TO KILL.......(((FREEDOM))) Frank