"8:46:40"
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(A poetic telling of the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks)
This short 3 stanza, poem tells about the events that took place on 9/11 in Acrostic form. I wrote this poem for my eight grade Reading language arts class. I'd you enjoy the poem please leave a vote! Thank you for reading my poem!
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