A Sunday morning on day shift patrol
Quiet and typing was the morning's goal
When we were given a 504 - sudden death
So we saddled up and drove the town's breath
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Quite different than what I expected.
But I can imagine how often they find themselves
intruding into the lives of those they help.
It's just the nature of the call.
You alway have such an interesting
story in poetry.
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Quite different than what I expected. But I can imagine how often they find themselves intruding into the lives of those they help. It's just the nature of the call. You alway have such an interesting story in poetry.