TUESDAY MORNING - SEPTEMBER 11 They never met, those friends of mine Though they lived but blocks apart Walked the same avenue Took the same train And their city was in each heart That Tuesday morning dawned, clear and fine And one of them was a bit late His mother had visited Made blueberry muffins And two were left on the plate He stopped to take them on his rush To reach his subway line He was late, so late So he lived, that day My other friend was on time.
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