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Baby I’m Home

His pager sounds, he kisses me, then he walks away. In that very moment, my mind goes in disarray. I sit around in the silence and around the phone, I roam. I

The Last Alarm

“My father was a fireman. He drove a big red truck and when he’d go to work each day he’d say “Mother wish me luck”. Then Dad would not come home again