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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=353353" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Reeves..the Phenix.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The crowd gather, soon there’s a mob<br>They say they’re poor and don’t have a job<br>No thought of struggling shop owners<br>They get heartened as they gather on the corner<br>Smoke billows from many sources, will any building get away? <br>Many will hang their heads and remember this day<br>The excitement of an impending battle looms <br>As witnesses from windows hide in their rooms<br>More fires are lit and the excitement grows <br>Where this will end no one knows<br>As local businesses go up in smoke<br>Silence here, tears there as they realise this is no joke<br>A bandana covers this guys face, he’s there with his chum<br>His only fear is being recognised by his mum</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The engine arrives, ducking constantly they turn on the pump<br>The fire has taken hold and from a window a woman jumps<br>No point sifting through the debris of that formally longstanding store <br>Where you could buy furniture to fit your stature<br>We can mentally help them grieve<br>As they knuckle down and roll up their sleeves<br>Fighters of a different kind get to work<br>Moving and Sweeping the acrid dirt<br>As the Phenix was deemed to rise...so does REEVES right in front of your eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Brian+Roy+Skyers">Brian Roy Skyers</a><div class=q>
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They say they’re poor and don’t have a job
No thought of struggling shop owners
They get heartened as they gather on the corner
Smoke billows from many sources, will any building get away? 
Many will hang..."></div>
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