September 20, 2001 a plane ride back vacation done here we sit, this flight is grim every bump, a deep breath in a sudden drop, perspiring again goes from forehead to the chin some other planes, destroyed you see marred 9/11 and US eternally in…
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September 20, 2001 a plane ride back vacation done here we sit, this flight is grim every bump, a deep breath in a sudden drop, perspiring again goes from forehead to the chin some other planes, destroyed you see marred 9/11 and US eternally in…