James
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James
James
5 days ago

I lit a fire outside
but the wood wasn't dry.
It smoked and smoldered,
but the flames wouldn't rise.
I coaxed it and fed it
and fanned it with air.
I offered it fuel
but there was never a flare.

Just some junk from way back
 
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