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How She Felt
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RachelJay
Whyville Poet |
She was so excited, this was the first time she was going to ride on a plane.
It was so big, so shiny, so bright.
She was nervous, but as she held her mommy's hand, she was not as scared.
Today was her birthday. Five years old. Seeing her grandma was her present.
As she walked up the steps, parents at both sides, she squeezed their hands, they squeezed back.
When she entered the door, she smiled, and felt... safe.
That day was September 11, 2001.
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Hey, all. It's RJ. This didn't really happen, but it makes you think.
May God Bless America, and Canada, and Africa, and Europe and Spain.
Afganastan, and Pakistain, Turky, and UK.
May God Bless Everyone, because why bless one?
May God bless Every, especially ~*You*~
Good luck everyone.
RJ
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