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Flynn was there and heard the 1st plane fly over, while not recognizing exactly what it was; he recognized it was not normal. He got on his bicycle, rode toward the towers, and experienced hell. Bikeman is a narrative poem, about what he experienced that morning. What sets his story apart for other 9/11 accounts is his journalist’s eye and poet’s pen. I think it's amazing to have an epic poem published today; but he has friends in high places, and I'm glad.
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