He sets his Pall Malls down and writes:
"Dear fire chief this is the fire chief
There is a fire, chief. I am concerned
The beautiful contents of my mouth..."
The proud handsomeness of an old Oak
The colorful flamboyance of a Maple
The quiet comfort of the thirsty Willow
The abandoned, unwanted Chinese daughter
Is the sad Cherry, aflame with neglect
And crying fleshy red tears on fire
Onto children dancing at its twisting feet
"...There is a fire chief i know i believe
I love you fire chief but my sweet relief
My thirst is brighter than a forest fire."
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