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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,
 Dancing
 red orange with perfect delight.
And then it was gone
 in one great bite.
 




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