This city will not bend
it will not break:
its spirit will not shatter
like the bursting forth of tin can boxes
that tried to pull its life asunder.
We are a conglomeration of improbabilities
Held together by the fabric of our indomitability.
Not rain nor shine,
Neither mud-slinging
nor explosions
will hold us ransom.
Tomorrow will never die.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
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