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Apr 2015
I saw fire
It is burning my eyes
It says hi
It looks really nice
We chat for a while
Telling tales
We trade smiles
Til' night stopped sun rays
He got up
Saying goodbye
It thought that I didn't see
The secret is he's not really
The chills hide under its tail
The coldness is everyday

I noticed and laugh
Fire is ironically tough
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   Cecil Miller
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