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Sep 2016
In a room filled with glass and fire.
fantastic colored fluids to stare and admire.
Bunsen burners orange and blue flame .
Tubes that spiral around like a  game.

Steam and popping bubbles.
Brewing danger and trouble.
Potions here and potions there.
So many you lose all care.

Lavender, licorice and lilac.
Smells good, but the  liquids black.
Another red and shiny like a rose.
But it smells like piled compost.

On a table, glass tubes build a cube.
Just like a machine built by Rube.
4 places to pour liquids in.
Through the tubes they mix and spin.

A single spigot on the side.
Are you brave, open wide!
Pretty colors in the cup
Go ahead drink it up!
If you do, I'd like to see!
You are more brave than me.
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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