Fire and Sand
Fuming fires fell four feet
Before they found the flax to flame.
Then off they roared burning
Bush, brier and bramble.
But suddenly they came to sand
A clearing stopped their stand.
Down they died deflated, gone
Defeated by some silicon.
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