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Hissing Tilley Lamp

by dave-1

Cold, crouched with hands numb The light flickers and the wind cuts deep Leaning over the warm glass globe It provides heat and light Pumping the fuel, building pressure All is well when you hear the sound of a hissing Tilley lamp.

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Published: Apr 17, 2013
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