I passed the site of a blazing fire With several cherry red trucks arranged outside of it There was water everywhere on the dirty ground And men in yellow fire coats were rushing toward the flame mirage. I was directed forward With a lighted cone By a volunteer fireman In a blue and white vest. It seemed that in the township There was still no where safe to park I considered stopping in an office complex But then proceeded. There was a long road ahead anyway One with a path of flashing lights They were pinging me And holding the unauthorized back. By not aligning them with me exactly.
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