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Today is the first of January, it's New year’s day!
It is the newness of the year, a chance for a new start.
But memories start to fade of the most infamous day 911 (2001).
911 rhymes with heaven, just dial that number or was it a day.

Twin towers lay in ruin they had fallen.
We watch in bed in unfolded to our dread.
First this tower & then the next.

The worlds as one will remember this day,
Known simply as 911.
How do you repay the thousands of people?
Working in civilian commercial jobs?

Osama & his mob aren’t worth two Bob, their lives will remain dammed.
One day he & his followers will return to the sand.
Like an hour glass, we will wait & watch his life go!

My heart goes out to one Aussie Girl, well a woman.
No! A business women no less. An independent start.
Exporting her skills to the American banking till.

She was no dill, the corporate ladder thrill.
New York glows at dark with light emanating from their souls.
This Aussie battler story can be told.

With so few words, what can I say?
I sat on her chair at Gosford East the other day,
Her mother was right it was made so sturdy of the hardest of wood.

The twin towers should have been made of this wood.

Those planes would have slammed & bounced into pieces!
To those who wonder what happened that day?

Just take a moment out of your day.
Did she stand at her desk?
Overcome by the heat searching for breath.
Then in a minuscule of time her tower floor 105 gave way.

The years have passed me now, a resolution to my dream,
But two weeks before 911.
And in my dream starting work in New York amongst my shipping mates.
The last thing said you have now been put on Pink Pay!
I sat on my bed & told my wife with dread of a real dream.

Working away that day, extolling to all!
This dream of me working in NY.
Through the years searching for its meaning, Pink Pay!
What the hell is pink pay!

So you see Osama!
I am free to say these words.
The people in the towers & Planes died for these two words.
Pink Pay!

Sleep my friends, sleep each & every one.
Osama to you, well you are an ignorant Bum.

Colin Jan 2008

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