HIS WATCH HIS
CLOTHES SMELLED OF SMOKE, DID
HIS EYES EVER FEAR? AIR
HOTTER THAN HELL, COUNTLESS
FUTURES LIVE, HE
LIVED AND BREATHED THE JOB, NO
MORE BATTLING THE BLAZE, SO
MANY YEARS HAVE PASSED, EYES
BECOME ALIVE, WHEN
AIR HORNS BLAZE WITH SIRENS, FIRE
PUMPS THROUGH HIS VEINS, TO
YOU HE WAS HERO, |
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by
Anthony Petrocelli
dedicated to his father (my father too) |
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