FIRE FIGHTER
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( POEM )
Why are you doing this, running your life?
With your batter and twisted rise.
Tell me not, in mournful number,
The soul will become dead, if u get slumber.
Life is not an empty dream__,
And things are not what they seem.
Many said that, this could not be done,
May be it could not, but he would be one.
He would never have said to be tired,
And always ready to play with fire.
He would have the courage like a lion,
He is such a man of such high on.
When thing are getting so much ha