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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