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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.

Camp Fire in Golden Colorado           Camp Fire in Golden Colorado

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    Last edited 11Oct2015