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May 2018
I look up and see,
a rose-red bubble
surrounding me.

A large stalk grows from its middle
topped with yellow dust,
as I look I hum a giggle.

The fragrance here is heady,
I feel a bit stumbling drunk,
as this whole thing is unsteady.

I catch the wind and fly,
taking dust with me,
as to my trade, I ply.

Crawling now through pink sticky
upon the prickled tossing head,
walking here is quite tricky.

Now home I go on the wing,
joining all my mates,
thank goodness I did not have to sting
The Fire Burns
Written by
The Fire Burns  M/Artesia, NM
(M/Artesia, NM)   
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   Lawrence Hall and ---
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