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He Became William Tristan a 9/11 story (Free verse) by sonawrote
Sitting on Pulaski skyway fear deep in my soul holding on to my brother smoke rising beyond the toll my unborn son inside my womb may never make it here I feel my brother's heartbeat watch his eyes start to tear we're thankful for this moment we're by each others side and pray to God to bless the souls of those that have just died we watched the buildings crumble not moving till sunset a moment I am grateful for and never will forget We thought the world was ending we would die together there it forged our bond so tight it never needs repair my son took his 1st breath the 12th of January I recalled at his first glimpse my brother's sactuary I named him for my brother and perished souls above his name is William Tristan Guardian Protector, Love

Up the ladder: cryogenicide necrobot
Down the ladder: Broken Clay

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Arithmetic Mean: 2.5
Weighted score: 4.8814354
Overall Rank: 9972
Posted: September 12, 2007 1:30 PM PDT; Last modified: September 12, 2007 1:30 PM PDT
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[5] INTRANSIT @ 69.23.157.197 | 12-Sep-07/2:21 PM | Reply
Sorry sona. Rhyming couplets does not a poem make. If you drop half these lines and throw the rhyme out, it would improve. Your choice.
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