Come on down, Old Dan Tucker.
I didn't believe what Dan Brennan told me and I'm not sure I do now but I'm no fool.
Betsy and I had discussed my contacting After as suggested by Dan Brennan.
Your boy Dan Brennan got me into the Federal exit and entrance records at the Canada border!
Instead, I called fisherman Dan Brennan, figuring he might have arose with the dawn.
As long as I had the phone in my hand, I dialed Dan Brennan.
I wished Dan luck and thanked him again for sticking his neck in the noose on our behalf.
His best friend, Dan, tossed him a micro.
"I can't see how this could get much worse," Dan said.
"I'll contact the helo," Dan said with a wink and left.
He trotted up a set of shallow stairs chiseled into the mountain to the helipad where Dan waited.
Dan activated one of the buttons on his command headpiece that sent his rally orders out to the soldiers in the building.
He turned to address Dan, when the sagging building behind them exploded into flames and light.
Dan cursed as he trotted from an area to the side of the building.
"Brade, we've got one down," Dan called, motioning to a soldier carried between two others.
Dan rallied his team and broke towards the east, where the first flares had appeared.
"We're fine, sir," Dan assured him.
"Young Dan Webster," answered his father.
Well, if a lady can ride on it, perhaps Dan Webster can do as much.
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