Michael Gale

Rookie (? / Chicago Illinois/Oklahoma City.)

Nine Eleven Is The Day Of Days Gone Foreign To Heart Felt Angels Fallen. - Poem by Michael Gale

On this annual anniversary spent in time of six unspent unhappy years..
Will disaster of another type come around with instilled feelings of terrorable fears?

Daughters and sons and friends of all...
Send out great love fullfilled and call.

Nine Eleven does haunt one and all in memories long and lonely echoing empty hall...
Sadness and sorrow sit upon shoulders of guilt felt tall.

Daughters and sons of angels, many the innocents fallen...
Will soon one day to reunite them all in a full embraceful yearning callin'.

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  • (9/11/2007 7:48:00 PM)


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 7, 2011


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