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Mar 2016
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!!!
While living with my dad in 2002, his motorhome caught fire while I was out. This describes what happened.
Written by
Cam McElwee  Warman Sask Canada
(Warman Sask Canada)   
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