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Salem's Den Journal
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2003-02-17 19:08:26 (UTC)

Fire 1/22/2003


Yet another sonnet attempt...

The fire is burning brightly in mine eye


The warmth it share on such a cold sweet night


The child that dances round and will not sigh


The mother worries life will not be right


The father jokes about life's gentle way


THe fam'ly all pretends that life is good


The child, naive, desires naught but to play


The flame is nothing but dissolving wood


THe fire knows nothing of such mortal things


The wood burns stronger high into the sky


The people strong now sleepy as she sings


THe wood with water dumped on it must dry


THe people taught me what is hard: to live


The fire taught more-- naivete, forgive

~Salem


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