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Danger: Fire Burns

My mother always told me not to play with fire for it was very dangerous for my mum was no liar When growing up as a youngster you know not to go near anywhere close to the fire the thought filled you with fear That was a day of the coal fire burning with many a log and stick it brought a real good heat so natural then looking so slick Many kids got sore burns then especially if fire guards weren't on parents had to be vigilant indeed keeping eagle eye on little John It was wise always to listen your parents had your good at heart even when you didn't like it for you were their work of art! (c) poetgord

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