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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

night shift

I found this little poem that HF wrote while he was a dispatcher.

Night Shift

Hot spot light
Warming up my neck
Sweaty finger tips
Sliding on the keyboard
Waiting for the phone to ring
To save another life
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1 comment:

  1. SlamdunkDecember 3, 2009 at 5:17 AM

    Nice one. It would be interesting for him to write a compare and contrast poem as an officer on the night shift.

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