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| Tall stood those twins, In the New York akin. The busiest of all, Made its tremendous fall. Each hijacked flight- With all its might, Hit the gaints straight, And brought them down down right. Now history alone can show those wonders, That came down with thunders; Terrorists and enemies chuckled, At thousands of those killed. A high value of men and matter, In no time was brought to shatter; The greatest tragedy of the nation, Created a tide of hypertension. Clouds of smoke Masked the clouds, Its great history broke, As it fell aloud. |
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