How'd it be to have your birthday hi-jacked?
My birthdays for me are sanctuaries . .
So in time, there're fewer to be attacked-
9/11 - we were all made quary.
I will not give this day over to hate;
To do so, desecrates every sad death.
We ought to consecrate those born this date-
That they be known by their love from each breath.
Your odds are one in three hundred sixty-five
today is your birthday . Hapy Birtday!
Do not deny this conceit to feel alive,
You, more than many may know a new way .
. . so for the three thousand and some odd souls
perished, with time - i pray for our new roles.
jts 11 September 2014
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