The Call

by brittany uren   Jan 17, 2007


The call comes out,
your gone in a flash,
you say nothing just,
so long and your out,
I watch the trucks
drive on by
just to see
what one you will drive
is it the engine, attack, or brush
what is it
a fire,wreck or what,
will anyone die or even get hurt
or is it all fine
and you can rest once more.

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