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Who's that at my fire

McMar of the South Rode out into the meadow To hide his shadow It was taller there Than McMar had ever been It was darker there McMar rode faster Trying hard to outrun it Riding until dark I think it's gone now I hope it doesn't come back Who's that at my fire? Who's eating my beans? Who's helping me stoke my coals? Who's lying beside me?
Copyright © Mike Martin 2015

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