MY NAME IS FRANK,THE LADIES CALL ME FRANKIE J. BOWLING AND DRINKING HAS IT BENEFITS BUT I THINK I WILL GIVE MY HATS OFF TO FISHING. FISHING IS THE MOST ENJOYABLE THING TO DO IN LIFE. CORRECTION,TAKING A BEAUTIFUL WOMEN OUT TO DINNER, HAVING A GLASS OF WINE WITH HER, LOOKING INTO HER EYE AS SHE DOES MINE AND FOR THAT PERIOD OF TIME JUST THINKING OF HOW HER LIPS WOULD FEEL AGAINST MY OWN. I THINK THAT IS MUCH BETTER. OFCOURSE I CAN'T FORGET ABOUT DRINKING, SMOKING CI'S, BARS, F**KIN WORKING ON CARS, CAMPING OUT IN THE WOODS AND MOST IMPORTANTLY JUST LIVIN IT UP IN LIFE UNTIL I CANT NO MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
FIREMAN'S PRAYERWhen I am called to duty, GodWhere ever flames may rageGive me strength to save some lifeWhatever be its ageHelp me embrace a little childBefore it is to lateOr save an older person fromThe horror of that fateEnable me to be alertAnd hear the weakest shoutAnd quickly and efficiently to put the fire outI want to fill my calling andTo give the best in meTo guard my every neighbor and protect his propertyAnd if according to your willI have to give my lifePlease bless with your protecting handMy children and my wife.
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"Hey mom,!" He yelled from the attic door, "What's these old heavy boots and hard hat for?"With a lump in her throat and a tear stained cheek, His mother swallowed and started to speak."Come here my son," his mother said, "There's things to tell when I clear my head."The past raced madly through her mind; She searched her heart, the words to find.At last she sighed and rubbed his hair, And the words that followed I'd like to share."Those boots and hat," she said with pride, "Were worn by a man with grit inside.He wore them to help people in need, Though facing danger, would never concede.Many a time in the dead of the night, He jumped in those boots and flashed out of sight.To answer a call and not knowing for sure What danger or heartache he may have to endure.Your father, my son, was not like most dads, It was mainly because of the job that he had.His life was devoted to all of mankind, And just why he choose it, is not clear in my mind.I've often regretted the life that we led, When every third night I was alone in our bed.But your mother is proud to say she was a part Of a man who possessed such a courageous heart.Though, for all his discomfort and all of his pain The time he spent here was never in vain.So the memories I've kept and the love I will save Are small consolations for the life that he gave.Your father's days here made other's seem brighter, For your father, my son, was a Firefighter."
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