Something simple, something comforting. Pull out the marshmallow and hot dogs, Dear Readers!
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| from MorgueFile |
Red
Firey glow,
my flames fanning me warm
against the chill of the morning.
Crimson to gold,
like a treasure of heat and fire,
I am glad for the warmth,
even with the danger posed--
a warning,
a beacon,
a ominous glow,
and yet great for roasting marshmallows.
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