Fire

Fri, 04/25/2014 - 20:15 -- AlexB

It dances gently in the breeze

And glows a gentle red

The smoke causes a violent wheeze

The light of a flame has misled

So many to the brink of death

But I will not fall victim to these tricks

And keep my breath

And I will get myself out of this fix

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