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Firedrill

Greg Joly 
Man, ya shoulda seen Nat Heath
comin off Gilbert Hill full
tilt with 90 bales a straw
loaded in the backa Len Robyn's
new dump truck. Them new trucks got
the exhaust runnin thru the bed
& the heat torched those bales
& here's Nat cruisin 60 on the straight
with the bales flamin out the back.
He never even seen em smokin
til one of the town guys
jumped in the fire truck
& lit out afta him full bore.
Nat hears the siren goin &
finally sees the bales on fire,
so he swings into where Miller's choppin
his fed corn & dumps the whole thing
on the roll. That broke the pile open
to more oxygen & they damn near
got fried when all that corn went up.
That field burned so hot
it blistered the paint
on Miller's corn harvester
before he could get the hell
outta there. Well Sir, Nat's little
party kept the fire boys fully
involved well past supper
& the first card
at the Masonic Hall bingo.
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