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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!!!
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
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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.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC
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