Annie, Annie, Where Is Annie

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There we were on Georgia Street, a robbery suspect trapped,

Containment had been set up right, our plans had all been mapped.

ERT were all in place, their weapons set to go,

The bullhorn had been started up, time to start the show.

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The media were swarming, they were waiting for their star,

Annie Drennan had been called, and was on the way by car.

Things progressed quite smoothly, we were playing it by ear,

The Press were getting restless, wanting Annie to appear.

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We assurred them she was coming, would be there very soon,

To give them all their story, for the news this afternoon.

Arwen rounds were fired, to pierce some window panes,

No reaction from the suspect, on the street or in the lanes.

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ERT had gone inside, the suspect was not trapped,

Containment had been lifted, the operation wrapped.

Still no Annie could be found, to do an interview,

Their deadlines fast approaching, the story still brand new.

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Radio assured us, that our Annie was onscene,

We looked everywhere around us, she just could not be seen.

Word came in by radio, the suspect had been caught,

The story getting better, our search for Annie not.

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There she is, the cry went up, the Press swarmed about her feet,

She had been waiting for them, just a little up the street.

When quizzed about her whereabouts, she had just this to say,

The street name was the right one, just half a mile away.

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PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 98-09-15 (171)

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