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The Chimney

Red hot charcoal, Cut dried ’ loggy’woods, Up with flaming grey smoke, From the mouth of a round stove, Creep through the nose Of a warm muddy Kitchenette. “What a great escape “ “Indeed,every cottage must have its nose”, Said Mrs Rahbi to herself.

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