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There’s an old woman on the corner
She goes by the name Arlene
She stopped me after school today
With a crisis that she cannot breathe

‘I think I’m having a heart attack,
Can you call the police?’
Her voice studdered by her loss of breath
And her composure she couldn’t keep

I ran into a bakery
To ask them to call the cops
Arlene stood outside in agony
Wondering when the pain was gonna’ stop

I decided to give her my phone number
I told her to call if she’s okay
I heard the sirens down the street
Then pulling up to the parking way

They loaded her into the ambulance
The doors closed thin and tall
I prayed the way home she’d be all right
I’m still waiting for her call

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