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PANIC ( Poem about an r.v. fire of the artist)
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personal poems You see smoke, you see fire;
You think it was a shorting wire.
In this time of rush you run for everything to stop the blaze;
Before all of the town will see your smokey haze.
Finally a fire crew arrives and your rush turns to hope;
Even it is a total loss that you have to cope.
So here is a message where your day turns into an emergency that is not much fun;
PLEASE DIAL 911!!!
ha, I still find it kind of amusing dude... sorry. Anyway, I remember being in class the other day and seeing firetrucks going towards the Brian King... I just made the connection now... was that your rv? There there.
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