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My First Poem
It all began one winter evening in 1983. I was sitting before the fire with a little dark blue book - the one with
the silver unicorn on it - in my lap. It had been given to me for some unknown purpose, and I felt I should write
something in it. I began, and my ad supplied the last line when I got stuck.
The Fire
The fire that I see
Has something special to me
The logs are cliffs
That are so stiff
The flame dancers dance
That seem to prance
Then water puts it out.
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