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Fire burning in the box Warms the pages that I yearn Sipping nectar tickles bliss The world outside can turn Clock tick tocks away from here Nestled from within Warmth loosens up my mind Silence is deafening Playful noisy little lad Whose dog can’t wait to please Silence gone on scads of mad Chased like working bees Home where all matter shapes Emotions are in play Excitement depress joy and bliss Arrived then swept away