I was "challenged" last week with a writing prompt to write about a memory.

Coincidence or not, but the timing with today's 11 anniversary brought this memory to mind...

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OVER AND OVER
(AGAIN AND AGAIN)
(c) 2012 - G. Smith (BMI)
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Over and over, again and again,
I see the smoke being blown by the wind.
Over and over, it goes on and on;
And then in an instant; everything's gone;
Then in an instant; everything's gone.

Clear, cloudless morning,
Sunny and bright;
The city wakes up
And shrugs off the night.
Another day dawning,
New work to be done.
Where there where two,
Soon there will be none.

And,
Over and over, again and again,
I see the smoke being blown by the wind.
Over and over; it keeps running on;
And then in an instant; everything's gone.
Then in an instant; everything's gone.

The same old routine.
Punching the clock;
Walk down the hallway,
Put the key in the lock.
Greeting the faces
You pass every day;
Without being ready
To see them taken away.

Yes,
Over and over, again and again,
I see the smoke being blown by the wind.
Over and over, it runs on so long;
And then in an instant; everything's gone.
Then in an instant; everything's gone.

Over and over;
Again and again.