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Slowly the firw takes to the air,
Awed, you stare
Beautiful and bright,
Red and yellow flames lick in the night.
Tongues of flame leap and roar,Tthere is much to store,
Firey and tall,
They light up the glommy hall.
From the deep scarlets to the mellow yellows,
It bellows,
Great is the hunger,
But it is quick to anger.
The logs disingrate,
Its hunger needs to be kept up to date,
With utmost hunger and hate,
Burned logs soon meet their fate.
As tht flamees reached their peak,
Suddenly there is a ghastly gas leak,
And explodes,
relaseing an ash load.
Now the afternoon is getting late,
There is a debate,
Whether to keep the fire alive,
Or to let the fire thrive.
Without much ado a decision is made,
For the fire to fade,
In the end, the flames sputter and die,
And where the logs lie Is just a dash of ash.
