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That morning can now mean only one, as once a day In November. I awoke, Turned tv on, saw the Towers fall A choice, I may Remember either this day, or my life Cowardice ruled. Quick choice. Join cattle, chew cud I chose, knowing, 9/11, heard the call I long derided, cry for blood. Solidarity, Flag unfurled. couldn't quite howl with madding crowd, Yet other voices damn few. My secret, that instant of Crimson Joy I called myself to heel. I had my pick of wars. Join in face the abyss That day That moment of that day Revealed deep sincerity Of hatred Matching my Southern hatred of the Yankee, My Texan hatred of the sinful East. My first thought, my first joy, someone got in A good lick.
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