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GUNS and HOSES A charitable fight Police and firemen Passing blows through the night. Having fun. Drinking some. Striking their punches hard. Pow! Thud! Rolling eyes! Numb. My, oh, my! Rugged sight. Competitive punching. First hit left. Next, strike right. Good compassionate fight. Raising money for blight. Passion at home that night! Nine months later, the sight. Four firemen’s babies Birthing on the same night. One question still remains. Did police likewise play? Ooh, La! La! Fun. And games. © Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen 11-22-09 Dedicated to: Some good hearted firemen. But, I'll never tell where!!! GRINNING!

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Date: 12/1/2009 3:07:00 AM
Good Lord! Dane Ann that was a knockout.Out for the count.Axl Rose I hope you're listening?Keep punching, God Bless, PRINCE
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Date: 11/22/2009 2:39:00 PM
Holy terrors aye! LOL Light & Love
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Date: 11/22/2009 11:35:00 AM
There ought to be a law against such games, Dane. Oh no, wait, the law is playing the game. LOL Very funny! At least they're "fighting" for a good cause! Love, Carolyn
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Date: 11/22/2009 11:19:00 AM
funny, hero babies,
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Date: 11/22/2009 10:51:00 AM
Wonderful Sunday reading your poem, Dane Ann, and such a rousing scene .. luv luv luv yur title... good play on words.. enjoyed ... thankxxx for your comments on my poetry also.. I received your e mail at yahoo and replied but could not forward to others .. must be a yahoo glitch again.. thankxxx for calling me friend...friend... luv ... blessings ... more luv ... Linda-Marie, P.E.P.S. "Sweetheart"
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