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Dec 2016
I gather wood
And flint and steel
For I soon will need
To feel the warmth
Of a burning fire
So I arrange the wood in a certain order
I hurry for I'm getting colder
I get the flint and steel I finally
Start the fire so now I am warm again
But I honestly hate having to start
The fire
Jessica Burgess
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