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by ShaydeDesiree

Published November 7, 2008

In Poems

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In school on that fateful day
Tears stained my teacher’s face
The TV was on, Chills creeped up my arms
People jumping from way up high
“The sky is on fire!” Jamal cried
As the sky turned from blue to black
I knew that there was no turning back

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