Repreived Poem by michael Smajda

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The howling of an ambulance
Gives me the creeps.
Even late hours of the night,
It seldom sleeps.
Racing to the sick and injured,
Those dead, near death,
When I see one passing me by,
I sigh a deep breath.

Saturday, May 2, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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