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A strange scene

May 27, 2010

Another little poem from my teens…

The fire looked cold in the corner of the room,
The bird in its cage with a fiery plume,
The cage made of liquorice, soft and sweet
Set light to the carpet and soaked my feet.
There was no ceiling, just open air,
And up there an aardvark, eating a pear.
Suddenly the aardvark flew down like hell,
It gobbled up the bird and the liquorice as well.


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