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A poem about fire.

Submitted:Jul 22, 2012    Reads: 8    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

Like a child
with a lollipop,
The fire
happily licked
the decaying wood
of the red farmhouse door.
It tastes like candy, he said,
red orange with perfect delight.
And then it was gone
in one great bite.


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