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I'M Not a Pyromaniac

When I go to start a fire, In the middle of the farm, I find a spot beneath a tree, That has a bit of charm. Handfuls of dead gum leaves, And a few twigs to set alight. It’s simple, beautiful, just take a match, And it’s burning throughout the night. Burning and warming and heating, As I walk around. Then a short little breeze blows, And the embers fall to the ground. Then the fire becomes a blaze, And the blaze becomes a storm. I love it, I’m not a pyromaniac, I just create sexy art form.

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Date: 7/20/2016 8:25:00 PM
hot hot, i love it! :)
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Lewis Raynes
Date: 7/20/2016 8:44:00 PM
Thanks Casarah, I think we all like fires and the hypnosis.... :)
Date: 7/20/2016 7:10:00 PM
love the twist in the final lines Lewis:-) hugs jan xx
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Lewis Raynes
Date: 7/20/2016 8:44:00 PM
thanks Jan

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