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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
Copyright © James Haley | Year Posted 2017
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