The Tinder Box...
The tinder box...what little can be spent...
Fueled by it over use...nothing remains...
Nothing...empty to carry on...
The over worked...conditions...
Years of honest labour...
Can life...not remain inside...
Looking at the hits...and marks...
As good as others...Why...
Why is it being put aside...
To old...its still good...
The fuel it use to fire...
Is all around...if not...
It will rest untill some is found...
The tinder box...the one sitting around...
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